Poseidon Robton understood one thing: while his clan had declined, it wasn't the only one to suffer this fate.
He believed that even the current top three clans might not be as powerful as his own had been in its prime.
Of course, Fang Chenyi had materialized the wooden box out of thin air right in front of him for a reason. He wanted to demonstrate his power to Poseidon Robton, to make him discard any impractical, crooked ideas.
'This man is no ordinary person. After seeing a feat like this, he'll only conclude that I'm incredibly powerful, rather than suspecting any other reason.'
Just as Fang Chenyi had predicted, a sharp glint flashed through Poseidon Robton's eyes the moment he saw the wooden box appear from nowhere.
After producing the box, Fang Chenyi tossed it directly to him.
Poseidon Robton scrambled to catch it. He didn't let out a long sigh of relief until it was securely in his hands.
