"Brother Shen, this is Black Wind Stronghold's treasure vault. You can pick anything you like as our way of thanking you!" Yang Yu said with a smile.
Hearing this, Shen Haoran nodded and walked slowly forward.
Despite the dazzling array of treasures, Shen Haoran felt no temptation. He single-mindedly followed the guidance of the broken Token in his Storage Ring, heading deeper into the treasure vault until he stopped in front of a pile of scrap metal!
Seeing Shen Haoran stop in front of a pile of junk, Yang Yu frowned. "Brother Shen," he said, "these are Spiritual Artifacts my father brought back from that Secret Realm. They might look like relics from the Ancient Era, but they're all broken. They're basically just junk. Why don't you go to the front? There are plenty of High Tier Spiritual Artifacts for you to choose from there!" Yang Yu didn't seem concerned in the slightest, as if Shen Haoran wasn't taking something that belonged to his family.
