The instant he laid eyes on that lock, even Chen Cheng, whose consciousness resided within Lyka's mind, could not help but be utterly captivated.
It was not because the lock was particularly ornate, nor because its effects were especially powerful. It was merely an ordinary old-fashioned bolt lock, as plain as could be.
What truly drew Chen Cheng and Lyka's gaze was that the very first time they saw it, they could feel a tremor deep within their souls.
It was not fear or dread, but a pure tremor—an excitement at finally encountering a worthy opponent.
When the old Dwarf King saw Lyka's expression, he could not help but let out a long breath.
Though he did not know whether this lock would truly work, at least Lyka was satisfied. As long as they completed this project, the Dwarf race would finally have a powerful patron to rely on in the future.
"Your Majesty."
Lyka came back to his senses and hurried forward to help the old Dwarf King, who had knelt to pay his respects, back to his feet.
"Old King, there is no need for such a grand gesture. I am the one who should bow to you on behalf of all living beings beneath heaven."
As he spoke, Lyka solemnly and respectfully bowed to the old king.
Naturally, the old king did not dare accept such a great salute, but how could he possibly stop Lyka? After Lyka finished bowing, he said with great emotion,
"This old king of a lesser nation does not know whether this lock will work. I only did not wish to let down Your Majesty and the efforts of every race."
As he spoke, the old king handed the lock in his hand to Lyka.
"This lock is neither metal, nor wood,