"Damn it, I give up."
Feng Liusi rolled his eyes, his refined demeanor completely gone.
"Ignore him, let him adjust himself slowly while standing..."
Casio immediately turned around, looking at the other two ancient antiques.
One of them was a mural, its once vibrant colors now faded to grey with the passing of time. The images on the mural were a bit blurred, but careful observation revealed their details.
As he speculated about the specific shapes, Casio's brow furrowed deeper, and he leaned closer and closer to the glass case. In the end, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face revealed a shocked expression.
The untimely voice of Sheng Feinan rang out at this moment.
"Hey, Casio, don't tell me you broke through too fast and can't control the Deathfang Power from your acupoints either. Quit acting, Feng Liusi is still standing there stupefied, he can't even see you mocking him..."
