"If only I had a good magical treasure!" Ye Haochuan suddenly exclaimed inexplicably.
"Haochuan, you..."
"Shh!" Zhu Qingshuang wanted to ask for details but was silenced by Ye Haochuan.
Everything returned to calm, and Ye Haochuan carefully felt his hands.
Several minutes passed in this strange atmosphere, but Ye Haochuan did not get what he wanted.
"Could it be that I guessed wrong?" Ye Haochuan frowned and said.
Still unwilling to give up, he spoke again, "If only there were a piece of rare mineral, that would be nice too!"
As soon as he said it, he suddenly felt a weight in his palm.
His heart skipped a beat as he quickly reached out to grab the surroundings, trying to catch who had placed something in his hand, but found nothing.
Yet the hard mineral in his palm was indeed real. Things cannot appear or disappear without reason.
