Indeed, it was a tripod! A fist-sized, three-legged tripod was placed on the tray. Hmm, can this even be called a tripod? It seems that ancient people used this kind of vessel for drinking and offering sacrifices to the sky.
So, this is the treasure of the occasion! It appeared unremarkable, but its rusty, spotted appearance clearly marked it as an ancient antique.
Jing Shu and her team looked on from not far away, still maintaining their vigilance. In secret, several sniper rifles were aimed at them. Snake Spirit had also sent his Little Tai Ban to deploy poison. It was a deadly gamble: either their bullets would fire first, or they would be poisoned to death before they could shoot.
But before the bet had ended, both sides were temporarily safe.
The Monk looked at the tripod with moist eyes, saluting the portly monk, "In my youth, I was reckless and arrogant, and lacked genuine devotion. I fled and thus allowed it to be lost outside..."
