"Tap...gurgle!"
With a crisp sound, the tattered robes fell to the ground, and a white, bony bead rolled out from within.
Wang Zijia first looked around. With the weathering from the sweeping monk, a large area of buildings around also weathered, leaving behind a bare square on the spot.
Wang Zijia who had temporarily confirmed safety, then heaved a quiet sigh of relief, and lowered his head to look at the two things on the ground.
The robe should be a magic treasure, but after being damaged for countless years, the Spiritual Light was almost lost and there were no strange features.
The only thing worth mentioning was probably that the material used originally was solid, and now it was still quite tough!
He flipped his palm to put it away and beckoned with his hand, grabbing the bone bead that had rolled to the side in front of him. His eyes flickered with the Golden Spirit Light.
Item: Relic
Level: Fourth Grade
