“Brother Wen, I think you should spend some more time on your recovery,” Chen Feng said after looking at Wen Shaoxiu’s state.

From what Chen Feng could see, although the surface wounds on Wen Shaoxiu’s body had healed up, the primary energy inside his body was still weak and even the wounds on his internal organs and meridians had yet to fully heal. If he were to get into a fight, he would only be able to bring out half of his usual strength.

“We don’t have much time. I fear that the others will beat us to it,” Wen Shaoxiu said solemnly.

“What do you mean?” Chen Feng's eyes flickered.

“Look at this.” Wen Shaoxiu brought out an item, which he tossed over to Chen Feng.

It was a palm-sized fragment of something. Silvery-white in colour, it was dull and bereft of lustre. There were several dented spots on its surface, a result of corrosion. Chen Feng had no way of identifying the materials used to make it. However, when he held it in his hand, his eyes immediately shone with light.

“It’s so heavy! It weighs over 5,000 kilogrammes. What materials were used to make it? Even Mystic Ironcore could not have achieved this, far from it!” Chen Feng was surprised.

Next, Chen Feng’s soul moved as he attempted to check...