Zou Feng spent a good while inspecting the treasury for his third magical treasure before finally spotting one shaped like a urine jar. The toxicity contained within it was decent enough. Moreover, its design looked exactly like the one he had used back when he was a servant at the Yang Mansion. It held quite a bit of nostalgic value. Although he was now a prestigious direct disciple of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, he didn't shy away from his past as a servant at the Yang Mansion. To Zou Feng, it wasn't a dark past to be ashamed of; it was the path that had brought him to where he was today.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to reach out and grab this magical treasure, Wang Yu, whose face manifested on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, grew anxious.
"Wait, you're still choosing that kind of junk!?"
Zou Feng replied casually, "Once it falls into my hands, it won't be junk anymore..."
