Time is tight. Upon hearing the middle-aged man who bore an uncanny resemblance to an otter speak, Shen Qiang didn't hesitate as his True Yuan surged into the lock core, and with a click, the cabinet's lock was opened.
With his eyes gleaming brightly, Shen Qiang joyfully placed the Haotian Mirror and the other four Immortal Swords into his Storage Ring.
Afterward, Shen Qiang turned his gaze towards the cabinet of Carefree Valley.
The Evil Spirit Armor quietly rested in the box sealed by totem, which harbored the soul of the unparalleled hero Yuwen Hu, who had slain three emperors.
It not only restrained Shen Qiang's Plague Source but what truly concerned Shen Qiang was its presence.
Such a hero, now reduced to such a fate, was truly regretful to ponder.
Thus, Shen Qiang desperately wanted to acquire it.
But it was difficult.
He was wise.
And now, Shen Qiang was running out of time.
Therefore, he suppressed his inner longing and approached the Hidden Sword Villa cabinet.
