Just now.
Wang Ye had reached the central area of the Heavenly Court and discovered an exceptionally unusual-looking pavilion. Seven-colored light still shone from within, dazzling to the eye.
Though he had no idea what it was, even an idiot knew it had to be a priceless treasure!
Wang Ye did not hesitate in the slightest. His sack was already full anyway, so this trip could barely be considered a bountiful haul. He might as well take a gamble. If it worked, he would make a fortune. If it did not—
How could it possibly not work!
Whenever Wang Ye made a move, he never missed. He hit whatever he aimed at!
Carefully pushing open the door, Wang Ye slipped inside. A middle-aged man dressed in an ancient long robe sat cross-legged in the room. Before him, a seven-colored flower had taken root between the floor tiles, swaying gently as a faint fragrance filled the entire room.
Wang Ye merely took one breath and felt his spiritual power increase slightly.
At his current realm, improving his spiritual power was an incredibly difficult matter!
Good stuff!
The only problem was that the aura emanating from the middle-aged man was simply too terrifying. Just a trace of it drifting out made Wang Ye feel immense pressure.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye wrapped his feet in energy, floating about a centimeter above the ground to ensure he made no sound. Only then did he sneak over to the seven-colored flower and yank it out in one sharp motion.
Then he turned and ran, moving at incredible speed.
The entire sequence flowed without the slightest pause.
The instant he escaped the pavilion, Wang Ye stirred his spiritual power and crushed it.
The next second, a terrifying aura awakened from within the ruins.
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