"It didn't vanish along with the Spirit Realm, so it must not belong to the Mirage Realm." The Black Cat repeated, "And this is the only hope we have now. If we use it recklessly, what if there's a turnaround later..."
"We can't just keep it waiting for a possible 'what if'." Pei Ye held it before his eyes, "What if it was just a keepsake? Like those Li Bai clay figurines sold at Le You Garden."
The Black Cat lightly patted his knee, praising his attempt to find joy amidst suffering.
But Pei Ye didn't feel the joy; he sighed softly, furrowing his brows for a moment: "Let's cut it, I'll consume half... no, two-thirds. Leave a bit of a segment, okay?"
"Four-fifths then, just leave the tip."
"Alright."
Pei Ye drew out his sword, aligned the position, and pressed down.
The texture was tougher than ordinary horn materials, yet very smooth; no fragments came off, and it was smoothly cut into two segments. Pei Ye kept the smaller segment.
