A box full of treasures that was better than heavenly swords or earth-shattering items—those were medicinal ingredients. At least if you asked Xue.
Han Jing seemed to agree, practically inside the crate and pouring his love to it.
"Amazing! High grade materials if you ask me!" The young man was hugging one of the small treasure chests. "Our prayers were answered! You'll be able to make elixirs right?"
"Well, there's the problem of finding a cauldron and some pill furnaces." Xue admitted with a sheepish shrug.
Han Jing shook his head, "Geez, that person who sent you this might have forgotten that tiny detail."
He sighed a bit, "These ingredients are a boon to us, but I cannot help but worry that our safety is now compromised."
"Aren't you a worrywart? If the guy who sent this was interested in our deaths—well, we'd probably have been attacked now right?" Han Jing retorted with an eyeroll.
