Cai Jianqiang stared intently at the Origin Treasure box. His gaze swept over Demp and the others before he took a deep breath. Unlike them, he needed time to interpret—lots of time. He couldn't afford to wait. With that thought, he casually waved a hand, and the box opened with a click.
Everyone looked over expectantly, while many others kept cursing, hoping Cai Jianqiang would draw a Haoran Advanced Origin Treasure.
When the box opened, Cai Jianqiang looked inside and sighed in relief. A One-star Control Intermediate Origin Treasure. Great, his luck wasn't bad.
Quite a few people felt sorry for him. Cai Jianqiang was a One-star Control Intermediate Spirit Interpreter, and he had drawn an Origin Treasure of exactly the corresponding level. He was unbelievably lucky.
Suo Haar and the others didn't care. With Cai Jianqiang's interpreting skills, he'd take more than twenty-four hours even if he got a Bright Eyes Primary Origin Treasure, let alone a Control Intermediate one. He wasn't a threat at all.
Demp didn't even look. He'd never taken Cai Jianqiang seriously.
Cai Jianqiang began interpreting. His method was simple and crude, much like fighting. It was as if he were forcibly breaking down solid-state energy. His movements were so clumsy that many people stared in disbelief. Was this really how one interpreted an Origin Treasure?
Lu Yin was taken aback, too. The man's movements looked like a boor trying to write with a pen. His interpreting style was certainly distinctive. Was this really how he did it, or was he putting on an act? Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. Had Cai Jianqiang's method of interpreting reached the point where it seemed simple and natural?
Listening to the discussion around him, Lu Yin's expression grew more and more animated. So that was it: a useless