"How come I feel like there's something strange about the way you're looking at me?" An Lan, who had walked over, noticed Wang Teng's expression and asked suspiciously.
"Is there? I don't think so. You're overthinking it." Wang Teng could not help but marvel at the vigilance of a Domain Lord Level Expert. He quickly wiped away his earlier expression and shook his head with a solemn look.
"Really not?"
An Lan did not believe him. He felt that Wang Teng was definitely plotting something.
"You're a Domain Lord Level Expert. What could a Planetary Level warrior like me possibly do to you?" Wang Teng said speechlessly.
"Not necessarily. You're one crafty brat," An Lan said with a curl of his lips.
"Hey, hey, hey, is that any way to talk about me? I just helped you forge the Thousand Machines Box, and now you're turning your back on me? You're crossing the bridge and then tearing it down," Wang Teng said irritably.
"Ahem, don't make it sound like I have no conscience. You helped me forge the Thousand Machines Box, so naturally I'll fulfill my promise," An Lan said.
"Heh. Heartless," Wang Teng sneered.
Heartless my ass!
You're making it sound like we're up to some shameful business.
"Take out the Thousand Machines Box and let me have a look. I haven't examined this treasure properly yet, so I don't know what quality it is," Wang Teng said. Seeing that An Lan had finally been led astray by him, he secretly sighed in relief and changed the subject.
An Lan stretched out his hand, and a black rectangular box appeared above his palm.
The Thousand Machines Box was a full meter long and about a foot wide. Nothing remarkable could be seen from its exterior, apart from the