Two boxes, one on the left and one on the right.
The one on the left was a gift from Grand Elder Shi. The box was ancient and heavy, its surface carved with intricate patterns:
"I wonder what exactly is hidden inside?"
Fu Changsheng felt a bit agitated and expectant.
He formed a Technique with his right hand.
A Technique was sent into the box, the Restriction was broken, and with a creak, the box opened. At the same time, a fierce aura surged out, as if countless invisible sword blades were roaming through the air, making one's skin turn cold:
"This is?"
Fu Changsheng let out a soft sound of surprise.
He focused his gaze.
Inside the box, there lay a piece of black iron.
This black iron was irregular in shape, its surface uneven, as if it had been ground down by countless years. The edges of the black iron were slightly sharp, faintly exuding a murderous, solemn aura.
The most eye-catching thing was this.
