Duan Xuan returned to the thatched hut with Liu Chunmei and Wang Qingyan.
When a man was about to die, his words were kind.
Besides, if Ma Jiancheng truly repented and wanted to exchange it for Duan Xuan throwing a punch for his master, he would never have lied on his deathbed.
Following the exact location Ma Jiancheng had given him, he picked up the tools in the thatched hut.
With a hard blow of the hammer, the corner of a red wooden chest emerged from the earth.
After digging a few more times, Duan Xuan finally hauled the wooden chest up.
The instant it reached his hands, before he could even open it, he sensed an aura that tugged at his heartstrings surge into his mind.
It was a wondrous sensation brimming with wildness, stirring the blood and vitality while making his sinews, bones, flesh, and skin resonate together.
Even Liu Chunmei and Wang Qingyan, two women who had never practiced martial arts, were deeply affected.
"Brother Duan, are we taking the whole chest with us?"
"No. It's too large and too conspicuous. Besides, even the wooden chest can't completely block what's inside. Anyone would sense it the moment they came face-to-face with it!"
With a chop of his hand, he smashed the chest apart. Three objects fell out.
One was a jade box, one was a sheet of cowhide paper, and the last was a wolf pelt half the height of a man.
The wolf howl that had echoed through the valley, along with the giant wolf he had seen, flashed through Duan Xuan's mind.
"This should be its child, right?" After hesitating again and again, Duan Xuan tucked the wolf pelt beneath his clothes and pulled on that damp short jacket.
As for whether this pelt was