A tiger-shaped paperweight pressed onto the paper, it was this paperweight that softly emitted a glow, enveloping everything on the desk in its light.
"Class V magic treasure!"
Wang Ba's heart trembled. Although its aura was incredibly weak, seeming as if it could turn to dust at any moment, it still exerted its last bit of strength to protect the desk.
Without thinking further, he quickly landed in front of the desk, his gaze immediately drawn to the content on the paper.
It was naturally written in the language of the Guantao Realm, which Wang Ba mostly recognized.
