"Senior brother!"
"Straight ahead! Treasure light flashes wildly! A pile of treasures!"
Lu Yuru, holding the Thousand-mile Mirror, saw the treasure light from afar and hurriedly pointed the direction to Yan Chuan.
"Great!" Yan Chuan exclaimed with joy, leaping towards the direction Lu Yuru pointed out. It was already at the end of two hours, and this time Yan Chuan and Lu Yuru were unlucky; they did not encounter a Seventh-rank Divine Weapon. In total, they only captured four treasures, the most valuable being just a Fifth-Rank Odd Weapon.
Just when they thought they would return disappointed, unexpectedly, at the last moment, they had a great harvest——
"Hmm?"
"Something's wrong!"
