That was the box he spent quite a few magical artifacts to obtain; didn't they see it before?
But Zhao Rui, who was supporting him, didn't dare to say a word, only furtively lowered his head.
Although it was his master's box, it was his master who kicked it away, which meant it was something his master discarded. If someone else picked it up, how could it still be considered his master's?
"Box, what box? Where is your box here? Show me where it is." Lin Changhong raised an eyebrow, retorting to him.
He didn't care. How could they hand over something already in their possession? Besides, it was the spirit talisman that sought out Chushui itself. Perhaps it sensed Lu Tianfeng's disdain and thus chose another owner?
"You—"
Upon hearing his shameless words, Lu Tianfeng choked on his anger, nearly suffocating himself.
There was a box initially, but because he had kicked it before, the box was badly damaged and further absorbed by the water's surface.
