The wooden box was opened, but no divine light glittered, nor was there any surge of qi skyrocketing to the heavens.
Only a bronze ring lay quietly inside the box.
This bronze ring, rustic and plain, was fashioned from unrefined bronze. Its surface was rough, strewn with mottled rust and irregular bumps and hollows, yet each turn, each line revealed an unpolished natural beauty that subtly aligned with the contours of some ancient power.
Qi Xiu blinked as he gazed at the bronze ring in the wooden box. From the perspective of his Observing Qi Skill, there was only a slowly swirling vortex of darkness in the box. Yet, when the box was opened, it turned into this bronze ring. And when he observed it again with his Observing Qi Skill, the dark vortex reappeared.
Quite interesting... The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as Qi Xiu reached out for the bronze ring in the box.
"Wait."
