"They'll have it in their hands in three days..."
Wang Qi said this as he stroked his chin, his eyes glittering dangerously.
Zhen Chan warned, "Are you planning to stir up trouble again, young man? Listen, stick close to the walls, pull back to the bottom of the corridor, and wait six days for the excavation team to arrive, or wait three days until they leave."
Wang Qi stared at the ring, murmuring, "That is my Immortal Artifact..."
"What do you mean yours! It's from the ruins! And you don't even need it!"
Wang Qi pouted, "Isn't the main plot of this book to collect that set of Immortal Artifacts? Besides, it wouldn't matter who ends up with it, just not the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao—if only my 'Strong Luck' could smoothly handle this..."
