"That's in the deepest part of the treasury." Xuanqi of the King of the North activated his mysterious energy and took Wang Fugui directly to the deepest part of the treasury.
The treasures there were dazzling, with even Middle Grade and Top Grade Spirit Stones piled up box by box. The shimmering jewels were blinding, showing just how wealthy the King of the North's Mansion was through its long history.
Especially next to a pile of scattered treasures, there stood a tree with colorful glass hues, which exuded an immensely luxurious aura.
"Eh? Where did this treasure tree come from?" the King of the North frowned. "We don't seem to have such a beautiful glass-colored tree in our treasury."
While he was still puzzled.
Wang Fugui walked over and patted the tree: "Hey hey, stop pretending, hand over everything now."
"Eee ya?" The Colorful Glass Treasure Tree muttered, continuing to pretend that it was unable to move.
