Inside the Executive Yuan office, three magic treasures had already been arranged.
A rust-mottled iron sword rested upon a wooden rack. The blade's surface had long since lost its metallic sheen, replaced instead by the rustic patina of accumulated years.
Beside it lay a green-rusted bronze mirror that looked utterly ordinary at first glance, yet Fang Yan could clearly sense spiritual energy lingering around it.
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