As the dust-sealed door of the attic creaked open, Chen Fei's heart immediately hammered in his chest. His lips felt dry, and the blood seemed to slow in his veins.
There was no helping it. A Magical Treasure, the legendary existence at the absolute pinnacle of the four major grades of magic artifacts, was about to appear before his very eyes. Such a scene would undoubtedly stir up an intense and overwhelming wave of emotion. It was like an ordinary commoner suddenly winning a massive lottery, taking home a billion-dollar jackpot. Few could face such a staggering shock with nonchalance.
Looking past the large door and into the attic, two slender ebony shelves stood there.
Each shelf had two tiers, placed in the center of the attic's first floor and clearly visible at a glance.
