Jiang Xinghai's expression turned grim.
'This palm-sized box in front of me is so heavy. What on earth is inside it?'
He channeled a sliver of True Qi and sensed a sharp, murderous intent radiating from within.
"Such strong murderous intent!"
Jiang Xinghai raised his eyebrows and opened the box.
It was a broken piece of a dagger, about five centimeters long and two centimeters wide.
What's more, the fragment was stained with blood!
"What is this...?"
Jiang Xinghai stared at the dagger fragment and dialed his senior sister, Zhao Linglong's, number.
"Junior Brother, did you get it?"
Zhao Linglong's voice came through the moment the call connected.
"So it really was a gift from you, Senior Sister. You were so mysterious about it. This broken piece of a dagger must be something special, right?"
Jiang Xinghai was filled with anticipation. 'My senior sister wouldn't be so bored as to mail me something useless.'
