The two of them awkwardly retrieved the gifts they brought back.
Mo Xingjian immediately beamed with joy, but his brow quickly furrowed.
"Why does this gift box look so familiar?" Mo Xingjian muttered to himself.
A bad feeling surged in their hearts.
Mo Xingjian turned the box over, and saw a delicate line of small characters on the upper left corner.
It read: "This is a regional specialty sold by the Taiqing Sect's branch store in Lingyun Mansion. The materials are exquisite and unique."
Seeing this, Mo Xingjian's cheerful expression instantly froze.
Looking up, the two of them promptly took to their heels.
"Third Brother Yan, when will you ever be reliable?"
"I was careless. I forgot that after Qian Dafu died, the sect opened three stores there to monitor each other."
"But your luck couldn't be worse. Out of so many stores, you picked our own. The hard-sold items were bought back by you."
