"Looks like the trip through the Godgrave Mountains wasn't a waste after all..." Jared handed the fragment back. "It belongs to the Ghost Clan. Keep it. It may lead you to your kin."
Luther met his gaze, gratitude flickering behind the black smoke in his eyes, and stored the fragment with solemn care.
They combed the hall again, turning loose stones and cracked altars until they found several battered Ghost Clan artifacts and a handful of ancient alloys.
Small pieces, yet rich enough to fill a cultivator's year of trade.
With nothing left to claim, they stepped outside and pushed west, leaving the fallen temple to its silence. The journey stayed mostly calm. Threats appeared, loose spirits, crumbling traps, hungry beasts, but none rose high enough to break their stride.
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