Qing Yi took a step forward and leaped out of the chariot, advancing onward.
Liang Hui watched the woman, waiting for her to recede into the distance.
One minute!
Two minutes!
Three minutes!
The young man's eyes were filled with astonishment as Qing Yi stood a hundred meters in front of the chariot, motionless.
"Is there something else?"
The woman's head tilted slightly, her beautiful eyes also showing surprise.
She signaled for the young man to come over.
Liang Hui drove the chariot forward, moving not more than tens of meters before a rich fragrance wafted over.
His spirit instantly invigorated, his thoughts began to clear, as if wiping away a layer of dust.
"Treasure, a very significant treasure."
This thought surged into the young man's mind.
With such treatment, how could he lose?
At that moment, Qing Yi, beside him, retracted the astonishment in her eyes, having encountered spiritual treasures one after another. With her wisdom, she clearly had some speculation.
