"This is..."
Xiao Mu's gaze immediately landed on the tattered blood-red small flag.
The small flag, standing about three inches tall, was triangular in shape. Its entire body emitted a blood-red glow and exuded a commanding majesty, seemingly comparable to the authority of the True Gods.
However, the flag was severely damaged. Most of its surface had been destroyed, and even the flagpole was corroded, with its lower half broken off and missing.
Without a doubt, this flag, originally of the True God Level, had now lost much of its former power due to its state of disrepair.
"Brother Mu!"
Zhao Jingyan respectfully placed the blood-red triangle flag onto the altar table in front of Xiao Mu and said solemnly, "This is the Blood Cloud Flag, handcrafted by an ancestor of my Zhao Family Divine Forging Masters. It has been preserved and passed down over generations."
