I grasped what the man with the mustache meant.
Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials don't emerge like other treasures. They won't show any shocking visions beforehand and stay completely calm to fool everyone's senses.
I sat quietly, waiting, spreading my divine sense around the area, scared I'd miss even the tiniest movement.
Guy Noble brought over twenty Marquis to guard the perimeter, stopping anyone from trying to steal it.
Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, two hours had gone by.
The sky slowly grew darker, but there was still no sign of the Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials showing up.
"Could your prediction really be wrong?" Even Guy Noble couldn't help asking at this point.
I smiled bitterly. "It shouldn't be. We've waited this long already, so what's a little more time?"
Guy Noble shrugged. "Fine then. Guess I'm stuck on this crazy ride."
"Boom!"
