A few dozen minutes later, two cars were parked in front of the Qingshuang Pavilion Ruins. Lin Tian and his team got out, and the four women from the Langya Pavilion also lifted down the iron box.
"You can go back, no need to go in." Ling Zishan instructed the four women, who nodded, saluted, got into the SUV, and went down the mountain again.
One large iron box was left with no one to carry it. Ling Shuiyao looked provocatively at Lin Tian, implying that as a man, he should carry it. Charlotte, however, stepped forward, wanting to help Lin Tian. Though she already had one box in hand, adding another iron box was not a problem for her.
Lin Tian reached out to stop Charlotte, then stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the chain on top of the iron box with one hand, and lifted it up effortlessly.
"Let's go, Miss Shuiyao," Lin Tian glanced at the little girl and said indifferently.
