Just as I was feeling secretly proud of myself, I heard the compass making another buzzing sound, and I felt a sense of disdain in my heart.
Huh? What does that mean?
Mu Hanyan held the compass in confusion, unable to understand what it meant for a while.
The compass in his hand vibrated even more violently, and a feeling of disdain and impatience entered his heart.
"Could it be that I'm thinking too much? Don't good things like this happen all the time?" Mu Hanyan guessed.
The compass paused for a moment, then vibrated again, and a feeling of appreciation surged in my heart.
It seems that my guess was right. I guess this kind of good thing will only happen when you recognize the master, not every time. I still have to rely on myself in the future. Mu Hanyan came to her senses.
Luo Pan once again expressed joy, confirming her guess.
Although her wishful thinking failed, Mu Hanyan did not feel disappointed. This legendary treasure required blood to be sprayed before it could be recognized as the owner. Even if it could not save lives in the future, it must have other uses. Anyway, it would not be that simple. She could slowly explore its potential value in the future.
Perhaps it was because it "heard" Mu Hanyan's extremely snobbish voice, a contemptuous emotion came from the compass again, and then it became quiet and there was no reaction anymore.
Is this guy protesting and despising himself? Mu Hanyan laughed dumbly. It was indeed a legendary treasure, with such rich emotions.
Seeing that the compass had no further reaction, Mu Hanyan carefully placed it in her arms. A treasure like this couldn't be treated carelessly.
It was not until then that Mu Hanyan calmed down and looked around the room. The strange assassination and counterattack just now happened too quickly and did not alarm anyone. Apart from the broken window, there was no trace left, as if nothing had happened.
The man in black had already turned to dust, so naturally, it was impossible to get any more information from him. However, Mu Hanyan did not give up easily, and instead searched carefully, hoping to find any clues.
Mu Hanyan's eyes swept across the ground inch by inch, and suddenly stopped looking. In the corner of the wall, a piece of cloth only two fingers wide was lying quietly on the ground. It was the piece that was cut off from the opponent's clothes by the sword she used in the sneak attack.
Mu Hanyan picked up the piece of cloth and examined it carefully. The fabric was nothing special, just ordinary coarse linen, but the pattern embroidered on it was quite unusual. Three stars, one large and two small, were located on one side of the cloth, and on the other side stood a dozen smaller stars.
The pattern was embroidered extremely delicately, just like a real starry sky, but the piece of cloth was too small, so the pattern was obviously incomplete. Mu Hanyan couldn't get a full view of it, let alone determine which family or academy sect it belonged to. She could only be sure that it was related to the origin of the black-clad assassin.
I carefully put the piece of cloth away, and before I knew it, it was already dawn.
The previous incident did not alarm anyone, and Mu Hanyan did not want to cause trouble. After all, there was no trace of anything at the scene. Even if she told others about it, others would think that the stupid eldest son of the Mu family had slept silly and was out of his mind.
After instructing the servants to fix the window, Mu Hanyan walked out of the room and suddenly remembered something.
Given the worth of this black-clad assassin, a tenth-rank greatswordsman, no family in Blackrock City could possibly afford such a warrior. Where did this person come from? Could it be that someone in that faction had already discovered her existence? In other words, there must have been an assassination attempt in her past life, but why did she have no recollection of it?
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