Bao Gucheng carefully excavated the Jade Treasure Box and held it with his own hands, placing it in front of Zuzi: "Is this the thing you wanted?"
The seawater did not drench the man entirely; instead, it was the sweat from his labor that dampened his forehead hair.
Coupled with the shirt sleeves rolled high up to his upper arms and the shirt buttons undone to below the third one, the entire person exuded an intense masculine aura.
Fu Xiqin watched, pouting silently: "Ancestors using public resources for personal gain, and the young kid isn't lacking either. Showing off muscles like this, my master also loves doing that! Brother Jin, do you think he's imitating my master? Hmph, thinking he can replace my master by just having the same styled boxers? He's just a Spiritual Energy Warehouse for the ancestors, himself has no Spiritual Power, what's he showing off about..."
Little Crow: "Chatterbox, shut up. Look at the ancestor's treasure box!"
