No matter what Bai Youwei and Shen Mo said, the village head was adamant it couldn't be Uto grass.
Afterward, the two returned to the woman's home only to find the potted plant on the windowsill gone and the little girl missing.
Without evidence, everything was futile, and the most important thing at the moment wasn't figuring out how to become a werewolf but how to avoid one.
Bai Youwei and Shen Mo went to the blacksmith's shop to collect the silver daggers they had ordered the day before.
A hefty dagger, its blade shimmering with silver brilliance, its hilt dark and solid.
Bai Youwei, holding the dagger, fell silent for a long while before asking the blacksmith, "Did you use all the silver I gave you?"
"Yes, all of it!" the blacksmith said, without a hint of modesty, "Even that wasn't enough! I had to add quite a bit of my own iron!"
Bai Youwei: "..."
Had there been enough time, she would have definitely forced him to remake it.
