It was a drumstick, made of ebony. It felt slightly heavy in the hand, carved with coiling dragon patterns.
Though finely crafted, it wasn't anything particularly rare for this era.
Yet Li Yan's heart was already in turmoil. The moment he had touched the drumstick, the substitute statue within his dantian had trembled violently, producing a strange pulling force.
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