The short demon cultivator noticed something unusual and looked down.
The tall demon cultivator also opened his mouth in surprise, teasingly saying,
"Clan brother, what treasure have you hidden in your bosom that's now giving off light?"
"I... I have nothing in my bosom except for the box the Clan Leader bestowed upon us?"
With the same expression of surprise, the short demon cultivator replied and then reached into his clothes to search.
A moment later.
He pulled out an old carved wooden box and realized that the glow on his chest came from this very object.
"Look, this light indeed emanates from the wooden box."
As the short demon cultivator spoke, he lifted the box towards the other.
The tall demon cultivator also instinctively leaned in to take a look.
"Strange, didn't the Clan Leader say that the purpose of this object was to repair spatial rifts? How could it still....."
Before he could finish his sentence, the dimly glowing box suddenly sprang open.
