Long Xiao took the seemingly ordinary Spirit Wood Box, which felt surprisingly heavy in his hands.
He placed the box on the stall's black counter, which was crafted from Tier Two Profound Gang Rock, letting out a dull THUD.
The mood around the stall became a bit strange.
Lei Hu's breathing grew heavy, his eyes locked on the box, filled with a mix of tension and anticipation.
Beside them, Lei Xiao stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp and a sneer playing on his lips.
'Let's see what tricks some unorthodox master of unknown origin can pull.'
With all eyes on him, Lei Hu gingerly opened the lid of the box.
A dagger lay quietly inside the box.
The moment he saw the blade, the look of anticipation on Lei Hu's face visibly crumbled.
'This… this is a Tier Three Spiritual Soldier?'
The entire dagger was a dull, dark color, its design simplistic to an extreme.
