The silver box was not large, only about a foot long. It was made of some unknown material, plain and ordinary, with no decorative patterns embellishing its exterior. Tossed by the roadside, probably not even a few people would spare it a second glance.
Yet this box was something Chu Tianya regarded with extreme importance. In order to reacquire this box, he had even gone so far as to swear not to hold Bai Yang's actions against him. One could imagine how precious this box—or rather, the contents within it—truly was.
Uninterested in other things, Lan Xin perked up with absolute attentiveness for this box alone.
"Open it and see, wouldn't you know?"
As Bai Yang spoke, he grabbed the small box and weighed it in his hand. The weight was not very heavy, and it was not locked; pressing a tiny clasp was enough to open the lid.
"Just open it like this? Could it be a plot by Chu Tianya?"
Just as Bai Yang was about to open the box very casually, Lan Xin reminded him.
"Probably not. If this were a scheme laid by Chu Tianya, he wouldn't have needed to hide this gadget so strictly. Still, we have to guard against it. Brother Lan, let's step back a bit."
Giving it some thought, Bai Yang decided that erring on the side of caution was best. Speaking as he did, he placed the box on the ground, and the two retreated a certain distance before extending their psychic power to press the clasp on the box.
Amidst their tense gazes, the clasp emitted a soft click, and then the small box opened.
The hidden weapon darting out that they had anticipated failed to materialize. The box opened, resting plainly and quietly on the ground.
Exchanging a glance,