Returning home for a nap after exhaustion made him feel as if his soul was much clearer.
Mao Mao wasn't in the room, having run off to frolic at the Dragon Mansion.
Xiaobao, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found, most likely curled up in a soft corner of the villa or dozing off at the highest spot of the cat climbing frame in the living room.
Lu Wenwu contemplated for a moment, then decided to indulge in a long-lost lazing on the bed, pulling out the box that the Confucian Scholar had handed him earlier.
"I wonder what's inside; it's quite hefty."
He muttered to himself, using his Divine Sense to set up simple protection for the room, unlocking the Spiritual Power lock left on it.
There were no extravagant effects like those of a mysterious treasure box—this was just a very simple storage item.
Lu Wenwu probed inside with his Divine Sense, and the first thing that came into view was a row of heads of various ages and genders, roughly numbering in several dozens.
