Under the focused gaze of everyone.
The whole square-shaped piece of black jade trembled slightly.
The center of the jade surface slowly cracked open to reveal a neat slit.
A metal handle slowly floated up from the slit.
Then, the jade box stopped vibrating.
Ling Shu patted his thumping heart.
According to the mantra, he grasped the handle and gently lifted it.
The top of the square black jade, like a lid, was lifted.
Hiss—
Jetting out was a stream of unknown white mist.
Everyone cautiously stepped back.
Liu Li and Ling Shu retreated simultaneously.
Mindful not to forget the disabled Jiang Fan.
They both grabbed at Jiang Fan, intending to pull him to the back.
But as they grabbed, they caught nothing but air.
Only then did they realize.
Before they had opened the jade box, Jiang Fan had already flashed to a corner.
His body was covered in a layer of crystal, and he held the Purple Sword for defense.
Looking extremely cautious.
