"Host, we've stumbled into a treasure trove!"
Jia Xitong patted his body, feeling somewhat exhilarated.
If they manage to find all the treasures, wouldn't it be a big payday?
Shang Yanting didn't respond immediately; he had a feeling it wouldn't be as easy as she imagined.
Sure enough
Jia Xitong dashed around the night market clutching the Compass, searching countless locations, yet the Eight-Turn Treasure Hunting Plate kept spinning non-stop as if it had consumed some energy drink.
Were there too many treasures nearby, or was the Treasure Hunting Disc malfunctioning?
She turned to speak with Shang Yanting but almost bumped into a skinny middle-aged man behind her.
"Sorry."
Jia Xitong apologized to him, but the man glanced at the magic artifact she was holding and sneered.
Jia Xitong halted.
She looked at the middle-aged man in gray brocade and said, "What's with the sneer?"
