"Yes."
Compared to Dong Huang, Yuan Yao is not inferior in the least.
They're both typical of the type who sell their ancestral land without sentiment.
However, encountering such a playboy is lucky for Ding Ling.
If it were someone more brave or steadfast, Ding Ling would not have reached here so smoothly.
Da da!
Yuan Yao walked straight to the very end of the armory!
Then he knocked on the wall of the attic here and there. After a while, accompanied by the sound of mechanisms snapping and cracking, part of the wall suddenly recessed.
A portion protruded out.
In the protruding part, there was a deep and long groove.
Inside the groove, there was an exquisitely crafted iron box.
Yuan Yao stepped forward to take out the iron box, but after several attempts, the iron box didn't budge. He couldn't help but say embarrassedly:
"I can't move it."
Ding Ling was secretly amazed.
To hide a Divine Weapon so discreetly.
It shows that this Divine Weapon is undoubtedly extraordinary.
