The four sides of the box were covered in exceedingly fine antique-bronze rosevine patterns, while at its center bloomed a red rose pieced together from countless diamond fragments.
At the heart of the red rose stood a pitch-black cross.
The design looked like some sort of crest.
Seeing Angel's gaze lingering on the rose, Feng roughly guessed at his doubts. "I don't know what this design is either. I guessed it might be a family crest, but unfortunately, I couldn't find any relevant records. Still, I don't think the design itself is important. It is merely symbolic and holds no extraordinary significance. The box itself, on the other hand—you need to keep it safe."
Angel had originally been focused on the pattern, but at Feng's words, he shifted his attention to the box as a whole.
"This box looks ordinary, and it has indeed never displayed any special effects. But when I first obtained it, that thing was stored in this box. Moreover, only this box could contain its true form. No other box would do."
Angel said, "It? You mean what's inside the box?"
Feng nodded. "Even if this box has no other effects, the fact that it can hold it and conceal its aura is already remarkable enough."
Angel asked, "What exactly is 'it'?"
"Open it and see for yourself."
After speaking, Feng let out a soft sigh and murmured in a voice faint as a mosquito's buzz, "If I'd known back then that the final price would be this, I probably would have hesitated over whether to meet the Book of Kel."
Feng was showing such reluctance right in front of Angel. It was clear that he had not yet completely let go of whatever was in the box.
For something to remain so firmly on the