The two men in black robes ignored Xu Sanduo's panicked questioning.
Instead, they set their eyes on the antiques placed on the table and then scanned the collections on the shelves.
One of them raised his hand, pointing at Xu Sanduo, and uttered in a slightly stiff voice:
"Hand it over!"
The two had a darker complexion, wore tall hats, and appeared more like lamas from the Snowy Plateau rather than people from the East Capital.
Xu Sanduo widened his eyes and asked in a trembling voice:
"What thing? What treasures could I possibly have here that would make esteemed high monks go to such lengths?"
The questioning lama took a step forward, his black robe fluttering slightly in the breeze, and coldly spat out four words:
"Golden Benba Bottle."
Upon hearing this, Xu Sanduo's face turned even paler, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to remain calm:
