Liu Zhenhan's eyes were moist.
Guoguo grabbed Liu Zhenhan's thigh, gave it two shakes, and whispered something.
"The wind's strong, some sand got into my eyes." Liu lied, casually wiping the moist corners of his eyes.
Tsk! The three idiots turned their mouths together, even the parrot landed on Liu Zhenhan's shoulder and called him a fool.
Guoguo chuckled, unveiling the objects from the storage belt - several original bronze books, a silver box with a shiny ancient bolt lock, decorated in an exquisitely aesthetic elven style, and a blood-red jade seal tethered with gold thread.
"Nothing valuable here." Liu Zhenhan picked up the storage belt for a closer look, "Damn, it's an ancient storage format made from Hanmo iron. It doesn't have a standalone atmospheric space, can only store items not surpassing its own weight. Antiques are antiques, it was used by royals a thousand years ago, but what's it worth now?"
