Lin Xuan was wearing a vajra armor and holding a long spear that emitted a golden light. He stood in the air like an ancient war god that had descended into the mortal world, holy and inviolable.
The prodigies who had just arrived looked at the cave that was like a ruin and compared it to the shining armor on Lin Xuan's body, they immediately thought that he had snatched the treasure in advance and taken it for himself. They immediately shouted at Lin Xuan to hand over the treasure.
Treasure?
When Lin Xuan heard this word, he was slightly stunned. He did not know that the treasure others were talking about was him. His gaze looked around. He had stayed here for a long time, but why did he not see any treasure?
"Where's the treasure?" Lin Xuan asked hesitantly.
When the prodigy who was attracted by the golden light heard Lin Xuan's words, he was immediately furious.
