"Hand it over." The handsome man coldly spat out two words, glaring at the little boy.
"..." The little boy felt a chill all over, and he instantly understood what the man meant. It was the white whiskers in his hand. He didn't dare to argue or resist, because he felt that if he said anything remotely wrong, the man would crush him to death. Truly crush him... He couldn't gauge the man's strength. He felt that even his master would be crushed to death here.
The little boy raised the whiskers in his hand, keeping his head down and avoiding the man's gaze.
Soon, he felt the whiskers being taken from him, and then it seemed like something else filled his hand?
He looked up, but the man was gone. He had vanished like that. The little boy squeezed the item in his hand, astonished to discover that it was a short sword suited for him. Moreover, it was a Divine Artifact!
Wha?! The little boy drew a sharp breath. Clearly, this Divine Artifact was far more valuable.
