Just as Li Lin stopped to stare at the metal disc that had been smelted thousands of years ago, imagining what it would be like to have a sun disc suspended in mid-air, a familiar female voice interrupted his thoughts:

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Sivir?"

Li Lin turned around in surprise. Sivir, who was carrying a cross blade on her back, looked down at the imitation sun disc and met his gaze, with a faint smile on her face.

She walked slowly forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Lin, her emerald eyes looking back at the small town, which was also a symbol of this declining empire.

"The Ascended Temple in Zuraita houses the spirit of Gladys, daughter of Setaka. Since Nashramé's replica sun disc has long since collapsed, many pilgrims come here to worship the god-warrior."

Sivir's eyes raced with thoughts. "According to Zurita's legend, this great Ascended Cleric suffered a similar fate to her mother, having perished in battle against the Void, his body buried beneath the temple..."

"Have you ever been to her tomb?" Li Lin raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"Of course... I haven't been there." Sivir shook her head and chuckled. "For thousands of years, no one has ever found the entrance to Gladys's tomb in the temple. I tried before, but to no avail."

My goodness, even Sivir, who specializes in this line of work, can’t find the underground tomb?

Li Lin couldn't help but feel curious.

Then, Xiweier continued to laugh and said, "I am beginning to doubt whether the legend of Zureta is true or not."

"If that's true, I'm afraid there are also Bakays who failed to ascend to heaven guarding the mausoleum inside?"

"Huh? It seems that you know quite a lot about the history of Shurima? You even know Bakay?" Sivir looked at Li Lin in surprise.

Li Lin smiled and made up an excuse to get away with it, "I'm a studious person..."

The conversation ended, and an inexplicable silence fell between the two of them.

After a long moment, Sivir, whose expression had returned to calm, broke the silence with a muffled voice: "What exactly did you mean by what you said before?"

"Hmm? What?"

Li Lin raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been a riddle man at the gate of Nashram City a few days ago.

"Bloodline and destiny, why are you asking me this?" Xiweier turned around, staring at Li Lin with sharp eyes. "I've been thinking about it all the way, but I can't figure out what you're trying to say."

How do you want me to tell you this?

Could it be that when you reach the ruins of the Sun City, Cassiopeia will backstab you, and your blood will resurrect Tsar Azir?

Li Lin scratched his head, not knowing how to answer her.

Seeing him like this, Xiweier's doubts deepened, "Do you know something?"

Li Lin looked at the woman who had no idea of ​​her own life experience. Finally, he sighed helplessly and pointed at the cross blade on her back.

"Charikar, I think you should know its name?"

Xiweier frowned, nodded and made a nasal sound of affirmation.

"Then do you know its origin?"

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "This is a family heirloom that an elder from Nashrameh asked me to find two years ago..."

Sivir only revealed the first half of the content.

As for the second half, Li Lin knew it without her saying anything.

When she found "Charikar" in the tomb of a god-warrior, Sivir instantly fell in love with it, killed all of her employer's bodyguards, and took it for herself.

"You are wrong. It is not an heirloom of an elder, but a weapon of a great god-warrior from ancient times."

Li Lin noticed that Xiweier's pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of shock flashed across his eyes.

But he didn't finish his words: "The weapon of Setaka, the first emperor of Shurima, was forged by the Titan spirits using stellar cores and celestial materials. It was a gift given to the first Ascended being in Runeterra."

“Impossible… This is impossible!”

With a look of disbelief on her face, Sivir subconsciously took a few steps back and took off the Charikar that was fixed on her back armor.

Under the reflection of the golden sunlight, its golden blade seemed to be flowing with brilliant magical light.

"Nothing is impossible, Sivir."

Li Lin shook his head and pointed at Charikar, saying, "The weapons of the first emperor are not something that anyone can freely control... This is what I asked you before: do you believe in bloodline and destiny?"

Xiweier stared down at Charikar, gently stroking its blade, and asked Li Lin another question: "Why do you know so much?"

Li Lin had anticipated her question. He shook his head and chuckled, responding with a prepared answer: "Read more, and you can become as knowledgeable as me."

Sivir: “…”