The crowd had not yet clearly seen the black shadow before two rugged wine jars came rolling to a stop at Feng Tang's feet.
"What is this...?"
"Compensation from the Ancestor."
Zuzi said nonchalantly.
The antiques that Feng Tang treasured and regarded so highly, in her eyes, bore no difference from the usual items lying around.
Feng Tang was stunned for a moment, squatted down, and switched into scholar mode, closely examining the jars' material and patterns.
Admittedly, they really bore an uncanny resemblance to the millennia-old wine jars found in the burial site.
This counterfeit looks too much like the real deal!
Fang Yumei cast a disdainful glance at the jars, still covered in fresh soil as if freshly dug from a field, and could not help but mockingly laugh: "Just these broken jars, Zuzi, are you joking? Or did a crow bring them, such bad luck..."
Before she could finish.
She sensed a subtle icy glare coming from Bao Gucheng's direction!
