"An arm?" Lu Yang's expression grew increasingly animated.
If he remembered correctly, the Everlasting Fairy had said that Yang Kongtong had a harem full of women, and in the end, his harem had turned on him and dismembered him.
If Leng Ningxiang was one of the women in his harem, stealing an arm didn't seem particularly difficult.
"There's something strange about this ice casket. It wouldn't be safe in your hands. Would you mind leaving it with your teacher for safekeeping for now?" Lu Yang said gently.
The voice inside Su Yuan sneered. He knew this guy surnamed Lu was no good. He'd obviously realized it was a treasure and was just making excuses to keep it for himself.
Su Yuan really was naive. Anyone could see the ice casket was no ordinary thing, so he should've hidden it away. Instead, he'd handed it over without a second thought. He might as well have been asking to get robbed.
Su Yuan and Fang Zhige hadn't thought that far ahead. They simply said, "Sure."
"Goodbye, Teacher Lu, Teacher Xue, Teacher Meng. See you next year."
The two said their farewells, and the students and parents left the martial arts school one after another. The festively decorated school was left with only the three teachers and Uncle Murong.
"What a handsome ice casket." Xue Shilou had no idea what was inside, but that didn't stop him from thinking the casket looked impressive.
Its exquisite patterns seemed to tell an ancient tale, giving it a dignified, timeless elegance.
Xue Shilou took out his own ice casket to compare. It had intricate patterns too, but next to the one Fang Zhige had brought, it just didn't measure up.
In a secret chamber, a pair of eyes slowly opened, a strange glint passing through