The Third Brother's eyes lit up, and he took a fancy to it at the same time. However, since I had the authority to handle things here myself, I waved, and the thief who had dug up the black box presented it to me. Looking at this object, which had no opening at all and not the slightest trace of how it could be opened, I fell silent.
Zhu Daohe took the box from my hands and began studying it as well. As for the Third Brother, he felt that the box was only about the size of a head, so no matter how good the contents were, they probably could not be that good—especially since there was no guarantee it could even be opened. Thus, he continued ordering the brothers to carry on.
Sure enough, after they had excavated countless sixth-grade and even fifth-grade Dao Artifacts, they dug up a fourth-grade Dao Artifact as well. When they saw the fourth-grade Dao Artifact ax, everyone cheered and presented it to the Third Brother. The Third Brother happened to use an ax, and this thing, made of unknown meteoric iron, was even indestructible and extremely suitable for him. Even so, he still flew over to ask my permission.
I was studying the black box with Zhu Daohe, and the fourth-grade Dao Artifact no longer held much attraction for me. I waved my hand, praised it a couple of times, and let him continue excavating. After all, only sword-type weapons suited me.
"This thing is very ancient. My family has quite a few of them. When I was little, I often took them apart and put them back together for fun. It takes a bit of time." Zhu Daohe held the black box, constantly tracing around it with her fingers.
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