Xu Qi 'an's gaze stopped at the sandalwood brocade box. The box was sealed by a force, and a clear light was faintly visible.
He slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the brocade box.
"I have to remind you that you'll be officially in the game once you open this box," Zhao Shou said in a low voice.
Xu Qi 'an's face was calm,"I've already realized it."
He immediately opened the box, and a touch of blood-red reflected in his eyes. Inside the brocade box, a blood pill the size of a pigeon's egg lay quietly.
In the autumn wind, the surrounding grass and trees rustled. The dead branches outside the pavilion sprouted new green buds, and sharp grass emerged from the ground. Insects crawled out from the ground and swarmed toward the pavilion in groups.
But it was blocked by a clear light air shield outside the pavilion.
"Blood pill ..." Xu Qi 'an's lips moved slightly.
