Zhu Cheng and Zhu Peng came over, while Duan Rong still held that charred piece of wood, sitting on the stone steps in front of the ruins, deep in thought.
The expressions on their faces clearly showed a hint of impatience.
Zhu Cheng coughed, took a few steps forward, and asked, "Lord Duan, is there something you need from us?"
Duan Rong raised his head and said, "Please come over, and take a closer look at this object."
As he spoke, Duan Rong extended his hand, offering the object to them.
Upon closer inspection, the object in Duan Rong's hand was nothing but a piece of broken wood excavated from the ruins. Asking them to take a good look seemed like a joke to them.
Zhu Peng was already brimming with anger.
Zhu Cheng, with a slightly better temper, didn't reach out to take the charred wood from Duan Rong's hand. Instead, he furrowed his brow and asked, "May I ask, Lord Duan, what is strange about this object? What is it that you want us to see?"
