Fu Changsheng's gaze fell on Qiuu Shou'e's storage bag. He cast a technique, and with a buzz, five-colored dawn light emerged, leaving only a few scattered boxes on the stone table.
Compared to the number of boxes Chun Erniang had, it was clearly much less:
"It seems Qiuu Shou'e hid the treasures somewhere else in advance."
The white base water-patterned box on the left opened.
A surge of abundant water spiritual qi rushed out instantly.
He looked closely.
Inside was a crystal-clear pearl, only the size of a thumb, yet it emitted a gentle blue glow.
With a beckoning gesture,
the pearl fell into his palm.
Carefully scrutinizing it,
it seemed the inside of the pearl had traces of spiritual qi flowing, like a spiritual spring gathered from small streams.
Fu Changsheng's eyes brightened:
"It's actually a Water Spirit Pearl!"
