"Really, I just casually asked to play with it," Mu Hanyan effortlessly formed the Hand Formation and opened the box. Though the three boxes were nested tightly within each other, the innermost was entirely empty.
"It doesn't make sense," Wu Qiuyun couldn't figure it out at all. "Such tightly connected boxes, how could there possibly be nothing inside?"
Mu Hanyan secretly chuckled; Wu Qiuyun was indeed correct, there had been something valuable inside the box. But now, that item, rivaling a Divine Artifact, had become the gold thread embroidery on her robe. Even if Pang Dezong's Master were to be resurrected, he likely wouldn't have guessed that the puzzle he couldn't solve in his lifetime had been so effortlessly solved by her.
Wu Qiuyun, with his head down, searched the box thoroughly again, but not even a bit more dust could he find. Finally, he had to give up.
