***
Lin Xuanzi spoke as his long fingers manipulated the box.
Mai Xiaomai's heart was tense with suspense.
On one hand, she was worried about hidden traps like poisoned needles being triggered, while on the other, she was curious about the treasures inside.
"Click—"
The box made a crisp sound, and the lid snapped open.
Mai Xiaomai quickly peered inside, only to discover another pure black small box.
This small box was approximately twenty centimeters long and about fifteen centimeters wide, with extremely exquisite craftsmanship—solemn, stable, elegant, and ancient.
Lin Xuanzi was also surprised.
He took the small box out and placed the large box on a nearby table.
"This box is actually made of expensive black gold stone."
Lin Xuanzi scratched the box with his nail and exclaimed, "Not to mention what's inside, this box alone is already priceless, babe, you've struck it rich."
Mai Xiaomai sweatingly grinned, "How much do you think it's worth?"
