Thud.

The staff struck the ground, producing a dull sound.

Its smooth white body, adorned with an array of gemstones, was a breathtaking sight. Even those without an artistic eye would find themselves unconsciously admiring its beauty. It was a piece that could easily be mistaken for a work of art.

For most, such a staff would be treated as a treasure, kept pristine and free from even a speck of dust. But the man holding it paid no mind to such trivialities. Instead, he repeatedly tapped the staff's end on the ground, as if to say such things were …