A normal person would not burn such equipment.
Just as the thought occurred to Wei Ying, Wu Mo patted the dust off his boots and threw them into the cauldron without hesitation.
"No!"
Wei Ying did not have time to stop him. His muscles twitched, and he roared without a care for his image. After seeing his boots being swallowed by the flames, anger rose in his heart, and he almost bit his teeth to pieces.
Seeing this, the tenth elder immediately stood in front of Wu Mo and stared at Wei Ying with vigilance. He was afraid that Wei Ying would suddenly hurt Mr. Wu.
"No, that's Unique Treasure Hall's treasure!"
Wei Ying was about to explode in anger. He yelled hysterically and no longer looked as calm and composed as before. Instead, he resembled a shrew whose young had been stolen
