The iron box was bronze in color, mottled with rust. A huge iron chain was wrapped around it, almost bundling the box completely shut. Many of its corners had visibly rusted thin, and one spot had even corroded into a hole.
Its exterior bore obvious signs of having been burned. Even the chain remained dark red, and its original appearance was no longer clear.
"It should be cooked by now, right?" Ma Fei asked, hiding behind Qin He and poking its head out.
Whenever danger appeared, it always found the safest spot.
"The haze in the sky has dispersed." At that moment, the Daoist pointed upward.
Everyone raised their heads. The sky, once shrouded in dark clouds and perpetually murky, had become incomparably azure.
The pale light of dawn in the east and the glow of the North Star had never been so clear.
This supernatural haze had lingered for who knew how many years.
Yet it had vanished in a single day.
"Those poor people of Lingyu Kingdom... who knew how many generations had been trapped beneath this supernatural terror, unable to enjoy their food or speak freely. Their civilization declined until they had barely enough clothes to cover themselves and barely enough food to fill their bellies. What a sin." Wei Wu sighed.
"That makes a lot of sense. Then this glorious task of opening the box is yours." Lamborghini said in a strange, mocking tone.
"Beasts aren't allowed to interrupt." Wei Wu rolled his eyes and could not be bothered with it.
Such a clumsy provocation was beneath notice.
"Who the fuck are you calling a beast?" Lamborghini bristled.
"Aren't you one? You just said so yourself." Wei Wu shot back.
"This Revered Bull... has taken human form. You can't call me a beast anymore." Lamborghini refused