"Mm." Sun Hang nodded.
A few strands of liquid metal quivered twice at his fingertips, and the resin wrapped around the medallion was cut into several pieces.
Sun Hang picked up the somewhat dirty-looking medallion, bringing it close to his nose and sniffed it forcefully.
"What does it smell like?" Wang Xiyi asked with a hint of amusement watching Sun Hang's actions.
"A scent of copper rust. This medallion should be made of copper alloy." Sun Hang said.
