"What?!"
The first person to be shocked upon hearing this news was not Lu Shihua, who had posed the question, but Roger, whom Fang Cheng called Senior Brother.
He was like he had been struck by lightning, his body shuddering violently, pupils contracting rapidly, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"Say it again, what exactly happened to the Golden Benba Bottle?"
Roger's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Fang Cheng.
He couldn't care less about the inexplicable address from the other, his mind buzzing, nearly blank.
Although he had a grudge with Lu Shihua, the two were fighting fiercely, openly and covertly, but fundamentally, it all revolved around the acquisition of the Golden Benba Bottle.
This Black Sect Holy Object concerned Roger's future return to the Snowy Plateau, ascending to the Dharma-raja throne, carrying his lifelong ambition and hopes.
