The one on top had a fish tail pattern. Yu An casually picked up another; this one was stamped with a cat's paw.
Yu An was sure she had never seen anything like this before. She stored a few beads with different patterns in her space for safekeeping, then went to find the roster.
Fortunately, the roster's location was quite conspicuous. In the vast storeroom, aside from a small amount of gold and silver and a large pile of blood-red beads, there was only a single, simple bookshelf.
The rosters were sorted chronologically. Yu An estimated the approximate time period, quickly found a thick volume, and flipped through the pages, names flashing through her mind.
Not here.
Not here.
Still not here.
However, Yu An unexpectedly saw a familiar name. She didn't know the person, but she'd heard of them.
