Xuan Mo lay at the edge of the ruins, craning his neck to peer into the bottomless pit. The choking dust made him cough nonstop. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "Master" several times, but all he heard was a hollow echo. That old bastard really went all out! he cursed inwardly. As he prayed that Wang Wu, that damned woman, had a charmed life, he also wondered whether he should pack up and leave if she really had died. He had only just latched onto such a powerful backer, and he had not even had the chance to enjoy wealth and glory yet!
Just as he was thinking this, a commotion suddenly came from the bottom of the pit. Xuan Mo narrowed his eyes and saw a mass of black shadow slowly rising, gradually revealing Wang Wu's figure. She was covered in dust, her clothes were tattered, and her hair was as messy as a bird's nest, but an amused smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Master! Are you all right?" Xuan Mo hurried over to her.
Wang Wu patted the dust off herself and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I'm tough as nails. What's a little injury like this?" As she spoke, she pulled a palm-sized black box from her robes and waved it in front of Xuan Mo. "Take a look. Know what this is?"
Xuan Mo curiously leaned closer. He saw complex runes carved across the surface of the box, which gave off a faint, eerie fragrance.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
Wang Wu gave him a mysterious smile. "This is that old bastard's coffin board! I fought tooth and nail and finally pried it off. Heh heh, this thing has to be worth quite a bit of money!"
The moment