"This object..."
Jin Xu acutely sensed that the moment he saw the item in the box, his golden spiritual power seemed to surge with excitement for a brief instance.
He hesitantly reached out to pick up the object, examining it closely for a moment.
"Strange, why does this thing feel so familiar to me."
The young Taoist muttered to himself as he observed, but after a long while, he could not discern any clues, so he tentatively pushed his golden spiritual power toward it.
However, just as the golden spiritual power made contact with the surface of the ink jade, the purple-golden skull hanging from the coconut tree suddenly began to struggle violently as if it had gone mad.
He shouted with a voice that was hoarse and harsh.
"Bastard, do not touch the item belonging to my master!"
At the same time, an endless purple-golden glow erupted from the skull's surface, trying to wear away the golden spiritual power that tightly bound it.
