Staring at the box in Li Chang'an's hands, both the Cyan Robed Swordsman, Liu Shu'an, and the lean man beside him couldn't help but widen their eyes in utter disbelief.
After all, they had only concocted this half-true story on a brazen whim, unwilling to accept their failed assassination attempt.
They had indeed seen an ancient text that mentioned the treasure of the Cyan Cloud Pavilion, and driven by the principle of leaving no stone unturned, they had come to this place to search several times.
However, that ancient text was really just some piece of junk they had bought from a street stall. The two of them had even hired a large group of fishermen and practically turned this entire area upside down, but they never found a single useful clue.
Therefore, deep down, the two had long since concluded that the information in the ancient text was fabricated by some damn bastard just to fool people.
