"Big tadpole, these two shouldn't break, should they?"
"Hmm." Ye Hanjun nodded gently, his gaze fixed unwaveringly as he muttered softly:
"I entered this palace firstly to bury the remains of my clansmen and to find his relics incidentally."
"Secondly, even if I cannot get the Young King Stone, the other treasures hidden here are worth exploring..."
Ye Hanjun, with Demon Wings, elevated his height, his sharp-nailed palms reaching first for the vessel on the left.
This vessel was as big as a washbasin, containing a fist-sized piece of dark red glass shard.
When his eyes touched this shard, Ye Hanjun's soul seemed to be sucked in, a deeper level of trembling sensation making his lips dry, his grasping fingers hesitated several times, still daring not to touch the shard.
"Big tadpole, what are you afraid of?"
The fearless GuaGua, exhilarated, also wanted to touch it.
