"What nonsense are you spewing?" Ji Han Bing responded in a daze.
'Hang Jimin hasn't taken care of them yet?' he thought.
Ji Han Bing stared at the ominous-looking wooden box for a few moments before uttering coldly, "Why the hell would I accept some unknown trash from that bastard?"
The next moment, he unleashed his aura, crushing the wooden box.
"Ah!" The disciple holding the box cried out in despair when a gush of blood suddenly burst forth, believing that Ji Han Bing had crushed his hand along with the box.
However, when he could finally see his hands again, he was relieved to find them still intact, though they were now drenched in blood.
"Wait… whose blood is this?" he mumbled, dumbfounded.
Ji Han Bing stared at the shattered box on the floor with widened eyes as its contents were revealed.
