Main bedroom in the suite.
Hu Shanjiu and his martial uncle were quietly sniffing, not daring to breathe.
Secondary bedroom in the suite.
A figure disintegrated into red smoke, drifting toward the window.
The bronze helmet on his head fell to the ground like a treasure.
Whoosh!
White mist rose, and a fox claw reached out, catching the helmet and pulling it back into the dream.
...
"Ying ying ying!"
"Ao ao ao!"
The two foxes snuggled in their master's arms, shoulder to shoulder, grinning widely!
This bronze helmet had an ancient design with two small horns; it looked clearly like a treasure!
"Not just looks, this thing..."
Bai Mo rubbed the beast head helmet, touching the two exquisite turquoise stones embedded in the eye area!
"Why does it resemble a Sequence Seven immortal artifact? I should ask Guan Yuexi later."
Sequence Seven?
The two foxes were even more dumbfounded.
"Ao?"
