The iron box had meandering patterns, and the engraved inscriptions were symmetrical and neat, possessing a natural, masterful beauty.
Zhai Song channeled his Fiery Flame Spirit Charm with his fingertip and triggered the mechanism. The deep grooves instantly lit up with a red glow.
CLICK—
With an unusual sound from the inscriptions, the lid slowly slid open. A cold light burst from the gap, and a frigid sensation washed over Jiang Qiu's face like a wave, making his spirit tremble.
SWISH—
The lid slid completely open, revealing a straight steel spear resting peacefully in a white jade slot. The silver-black spearhead reflected the stubble on Zhai Song's chin. Its snow-white patterns echoed the white jade, remarkably similar to the patterns on the grip of the Qi Blood Bow, yet far more profound.
