The moment Shang Zhen saw the fragment, a chill ran down his spine.
He remembered this thing.
In his previous life, when this mysterious item first appeared, it caused a storm across the entire Arcana World Online world. Hundreds of guilds fought over it. His own Assassin Alliance joined the chaos, but someone else got it in the end.
Even after the Alliance rose to power and eventually collapsed, they never discovered who had secured the fragment.
Yet here it was. Hanging casually in a tiny novice village blacksmith shop.
Moving his finger slightly, Shang Zhen said quietly. "I want that. The piece next to the bronze longbow."
The white-bearded grandfather's eyes flickered with an odd light as if he had been waiting for someone to choose it. But the glimmer faded a second later, replaced by calmness.
"Oh? You want that one?" He chuckled softly. "Well… fate comes on its own schedule. If it wants to be born, no one can stop it. Take it then. Good luck, young one."
