The value of a Twelfth-Grade Elixir could be estimated even without looking at its attributes.
Previously, among the players, only Ye Rong had successfully won one of the twelve meteor-like lights, even Ni Shui Han failed to obtain any.
If the details of this opportunity were known by other players, it might cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Ye Rong pretended to casually glance at it and put the Lightning Elixir into his pocket. Several players around cast curious and inquisitive glances, but no one was rash enough to come forward and ask about it.
After the twelve meteor-like lights, there was a dull thud, as if the golden stairs were about to burst open, and an obscure light shot out.
"The real treasure of the Imperial Tomb is here!"
Ye Rong quickly widened his eyes, not blinking for fear of missing anything.
