"So, this Heaven and Earth Barrier can be modified?"
A week later, the director of Shanghai's Special Affairs Bureau, Daoist Qingyue, along with two commissioners and cultivators who had made a special trip from the Capital City, gathered around the Bronze Tripod in astonishment.
A little farther away, Qing Li, who had rushed over from the Dragon Lord Water Palace, sat on the sofa. He seemed utterly unconcerned, yet his attention never left the Bronze Tripod for even a moment.
Farther still, the landlady from Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant smiled as she brought over a plate of fruit and pastries, placing them before everyone one by one. At the same time, her gaze kept flicking toward the Bronze Tripod, while her body instinctively tried to keep its distance.
At the door, outside the door, beyond the windows—Ge Jin, Yu Ban, Zhao Fen, Dou Lu, Er Qiao—a group of young Peony Flower Demons only dared to peek from afar. None of them dared come even a little closer—
"That's right. That's what it told me."
Shen Le reached out and stroked the rim of the Bronze Tripod. With one gesture, he put it away, then with another, tossed it out.
The Bronze Tripod, shrunk to the size of a fingernail, flipped through the air several times. Its volume rapidly expanded a thousandfold, and without a sound, it settled heavily and steadily onto the floor.
The cultivators' eyes immediately lit up. The director closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. "All right, all right, no need to prove it. We get it, your Bronze Tripod is a treasure. That flash from my glasses just now nearly blinded my damn eyes!"
The facts proved that certain Magic Artifacts had indeed been designed with rather insufficient consideration for their ability to observe spiritual objects—