In an instant.
The ball of light merged into his palm.
Beiyuan Long Tai's body immediately stiffened. He felt his arm warm slightly, and a memory that didn't belong to him appeared in his mind. In the memory, he had swung his sword at a wooden post a full fourteen hundred times, without stopping,
His palm even subconsciously assumed the position of holding a sword.
When he came back to his senses.
He stared blankly at his palm.
On it.
There were even blisters from holding the sword.
First, disbelief, and then after swinging his arm a few times, he revealed expressions of joy and shock.
"Father."
He looked at his father, excitedly showed him the blisters on his palm, and also made a sword-swinging posture. His movements were unusually standard and fluid.
It was actually true!
Beiyuan Youmu couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He knew his second son very well; because his physique was relatively weak, he had never exercised and had always been studying.
But these blisters.
They were clearly newly formed from practicing swordplay!
And this skilled sword-swinging posture.
How was this done?
Besides being shocked, Beiyuan Youmu also felt his scalp tingle; this was beyond his comprehension.
Xin's lips curved into a smile. He unhurriedly adjusted his collar, which wasn't messy, and then said softly:
"This is the wonder of the Mystery Box. Inside, there are goods you cannot imagine."
"So, shall we continue?"
His words seemed to remind these people, and Beiyuan Youmu suddenly understood.
Looking at the remaining nine Mystery Box.
He actually felt a bit of longing.
He had vaguely realized.
This might not be a crisis for their Beiyuan family, but an opportunity, a great opportunity!
The next Mystery Box.
He opened it himself.
Inside was... a dagger.
"Ordinary goods exist too," Xin shrugged slightly. "After all, these are just the cheapest Tier 1 Mystery Box."
Ordinary?
Beiyuan Youmu held it in his hand. The chilling blade surface reflected his haggard face under the candlelight. The chilling edge even stung his eyes.
This was a rare sharp weapon.
Moreover, the grooves on it.
Beiyuan Youmu, who had been fearless in fighting when he was young, easily thought of the purpose of these grooves.
"A fine blade," He praised.
"Please continue," Xin urged slightly.
The cost of maintaining this mirror space was even greater than that of these goods.
He needed to sell twenty sets of Tier 1 Mystery Box as quickly as possible, and then start selling Tier 2 Mystery Box.
"Yes!"
Beiyuan Youmu had also recovered from his initial fear. His gaze towards Xin carried awe, and also, a hint of excitement!
Even his eldest son, whose performance had been poor.
Had stopped trembling by now, looking at the remaining Mystery Box with some curiosity, and even eagerness.
Xin had already seen what would happen next.