Shen Po nodded, his voice involuntarily rising. He wanted those lurking in the shadows to hear and reveal themselves to snatch the Crystal Coffin. Such a treasure was the stuff of dreams for cultivators. And given that old thief's penchant for stealing, he was certain she would show. As long as she revealed herself, she wouldn't leave this place alive. The domain of Shen Po was not somewhere one could simply come and go as they pleased.
"Shen Po, where did you get such a treasure?"
"About that, I have to thank Shen Cheng, that boy. Although he's done countless wrongs, he did one thing right by delivering this Crystal Coffin into my hands."
"How could he have it? Even we couldn't find such a thing. How did he manage that?"
"You can thank the Shen Family in Beijing for that. The recent generations of the Shen Family have fallen into decay. Their only scion, Wanyou, was poisoned and killed by that boy, who then seized the Shen Family," Shen Po said, rubbing his chin.
