"Ten thousand years ago, exactly how many years, the old man can no longer recall, Lord Red Leaf placed this item here, and since then, no one has come to retrieve it. Finally, this day has arrived."
The voice on the high platform continued, with a hint of emotion.
"Who are you, senior?"
Lin Xin glanced at the object in his hand, which was a blurry oval mist, seemingly void yet felt soft as cotton when grasped.
"Am I not right in front of you?" the old man's voice chuckled, "I've given you the item, why don't you leave?"
Since the other party did not plan to say more, Lin Xin did not waste words and turned to leave.
The trip to the Underground Palace was troublesome, but the gain was simple.
He moved swiftly, and when he rushed out, he encountered the Sand Rabbit King enslaving members of the Ha Tribe and others, but he completely ignored them and streaked past.
