A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Bin's face, his eyes fixed on a female statue.
This statue was out of the ordinary, looking exceptionally beautiful and noble. She also carried herself with an excellent air of grace. With red lips and white teeth, she was as dazzling as a flower.
She was dressed in pink armor, an ancient sword hanging at her waist. Yet, on her wrist was an inconspicuous blue bracelet that appeared to be real, not part of the carving.
"This seems to be a treasure," Zhang Bin mumbled, walking over to take a closer look. "Could those assassins be so ignorant? Did they really not take this bracelet? At the very least, it must be an antique worth billions of years, right?"
The beautiful statue's eyes seemed a bit peculiar; they were closed.
Maybe the armor is blocking them? Zhang Bin wondered, reaching out to touch the bracelet.
The moment his fingers made contact, everything changed.
