An unremarkable lantern with even quite a bit of wear and tear.
Without making a sound, Fu Qian examined the peculiar acquisition in his hands.
A black metal frame, a glass lantern chamber, and the scent of kerosene.
It truly seemed too ordinary, nearly impossible to detect anything special about it.
Precisely because of this, throwing it in a corner wouldn't feel out of place.
The stance of the entire Sect was much the same.
Orintel's words were clearly not baseless. There was indeed no hidden ambush nearby, not even a sense of being spied on.
No matter how one interpreted it, everything conveyed the feeling of someone waiting in vain for days on end, when the plan had been abandoned, leaving only Orintel in solitary vigilance.
All of these signs combined had a singular purpose—to enhance the visiting experience and minimize the desire to immediately leave.
That was, until his presence ignited one of the lanterns.
"Don't be nervous; just make sure you hold it steady."
