A Thief Never Leaves Empty-Handed

Chen Ze slowly walked toward the altar at the center of the palace, his doppelgangers clustering around him, ready to sacrifice themselves at any moment.

As he approached the box emanating a mysterious glow, a surge of intense curiosity and anticipation rose within him.

He reached out and lightly touched the surface of the box, a faint warmth passing into his fingertips.

The light on the box flickered slightly, as though responding to his touch.

Chen Ze could sense a powerful force contained within the box, and it made his heart beat faster of its own accord.

He had a vague feeling that the treasure within this box was no less valuable than a fragment of an Ancient Divine Artifact.

"Master, let me do it!" Just as Chen Ze was about to take the box, one of the doppelgangers spoke up.

Chen Ze glanced at him, nodded slightly, and took a step back.

The doppelganger cautiously reached out for the box. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened the instant he grasped it.

The doppelganger looked at Chen Ze, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted the box from the altar.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he carefully placed the box on the ground.

The instant the box touched the ground, the entire palace seemed to tremble slightly.

Everyone was startled and warily watched their surroundings.

After a moment, none of the expected accidents occurred.

"It's fine. Relax a little. You're making yourselves all jumpy," Chen Ze said with a light laugh.

Hearing Chen Ze's words, the doppelgangers relaxed somewhat, but their eyes remained fixed on the mysterious box.

Chen Ze stepped forward and examined the box closely.

The light on its surface seemed to have grown several shades brighter, as though telling of its extraordinary origins.

He gently stroked the edge of the