"But some of these items are family property, and I don't have the authority to give them away.
But that row over there…"
He pointed to a row of shelves on the left.
"That's my personal collection. Brother Han, if you see anything you like, just take it!"
Han Feng activated his Spiritual Vision, his gaze sweeping quickly over the shelves.
Suddenly, his eyes landed on an inconspicuous black wooden box in the corner.
The black wooden box in the corner of the warehouse wasn't locked. A thin layer of dust covered its surface, a clear sign it had been neglected for a long time.
Han Feng walked over and lifted the lid.
Inside the box lay a fist-sized crystal.
At first glance, it looked like a piece of translucent glass, something a naughty child might have tossed aside. It was dusty and completely dull.
Its surface was even covered in a web of fine cracks, looking as if it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch.
