Only low-grade Spirit Materials and Spirit Medicine remained, along with countless Magic Treasures of muddled origins!"
As for useless books, Jade Slips, ancient Beast Skin scrolls... they had piled up in great quantities, occupying nearly half the vault."
At those words, Cheng Buzheng's heart sank sharply.
Unwilling to accept it, he pressed again:
"Were there any secret inheritance manuals from the Spirit Realm?
For instance... fragments of the Heavenly Book?"
"Never... heard of them." The other man's gaze was sluggish as he answered woodenly.
"Then... was there any treasure containing an appalling amount of Contribution Points, whose origins could not be identified, yet which emanated an immense and majestic aura?"
"Never... seen one."
Upon hearing this!
The calm light in Cheng Buzheng's eyes dimmed, like a candle flame abruptly snuffed out, plunging into the depths of a dark pool.
"So you're saying that the Treasure Vault now contains nothing but a heap of scrap metal?"
The dazed, bewitching man actually nodded, answering in fits and starts:
"Mm! More or less... that's how it is!!"
His tone was flat, yet it was like the final shovelful of dirt, completely burying Cheng Buzheng's last hope.
But immediately after—
A sharp gleam flashed through Cheng Buzheng's eyes, like a bolt of lightning suddenly slicing through the night.
It was as though he had suddenly grasped something, and he urgently demanded:
"Within the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan, apart from this Treasure Vault you guarded, are there any other hidden places?
Are there any secret vaults that even ordinary clan demons know nothing about?"
His gaze burned as he stared fixedly at the soulless tiger shark great demon before him. His final thread of hope was like a guttering lamp rekindled—flickering, yet refusing to go out.
Clearly, Cheng Buzheng had also considered this: how