"Old Master, wait."
Seeing Old Jiang reach straight for the lid of the chest, Ren Ye immediately put out a hand to stop him. "Watch out for traps."
Old Jiang's face was covered in sweat. He turned to look at Ren Ye and nodded repeatedly. "Right, right... this is the last step. We need to be careful, not trip up at the finish line."
"Mm," Ren Ye replied, then turned and called, "Apu, come here."
Outside the small secret room, Apu heard the call and first shot Old Liu a look telling him to stay before stepping inside.
He walked forward slowly and happened to notice that this small secret room also held a great many treasures. A burning eagerness immediately showed in his eyes.
To a craftsman, every intricately crafted treasure in the world held a fatal allure. He, too, suddenly felt a powerful urge to claim these things for himself.
Soon, fine beads of sweat appeared on Apu's forehead. He tried not to look at the surrounding shelves anymore and walked straight to the stone platform, his eyes fixed ahead.
Ren Ye looked at him and said, "Check it for traps."
Apu nodded, then raised his arm and summoned the Thousand-Mechanism Fluid, letting it fall over the wooden chest like flowing mercury.
Within moments, the Thousand-Mechanism Fluid slowly spread, flowing like liquid to envelop the wooden chest and seeping into every gap, hole, and keyhole.
Beside him, Old Jiang's face turned purplish red. His eyes remained fixed on the wooden chest, his expression impatient. Ren Ye stood to the right, looking at the chest holding the supreme treasure. His expression was also somewhat eager, but he remained reasonably levelheaded.
Dozens of meters away, at the doorway.
At that moment, Old Liu, Old Qu, Xu Qingzhao, and Xu Bangzi