When something seems amiss, trouble is usually brewing.
Decisively, Qin Feiyang grabbed a jade box and lifted the lid. As the lid opened, a chilly air surged out. Delight instantly flashed in Qin Feiyang's eyes.
In the jade box, a peculiar flower lay quietly, the size of a baby's fist, entirely pure white, appearing as if it were carved from bone.
Isn't this the Flower of Death?
Meanwhile, the Wolf King's eyes also lit up, practically drooling. Who would have thought that such a treasure would be hidden in this treasure vault?
Seeing the look in Qin Feiyang's and the Wolf King's eyes, Wang Hong furrowed his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you two know what this is?"
Qin Feiyang tilted his head. "What do you mean by that?"
Wang Hong eyed him suspiciously. "I'm one of the guardians of this treasure vault, so of course, I know what treasures are here. Are you telling me *you* don't recognize the Flower of Death?"
