The surface of the box was smooth, with no seams or keyholes. It was as if it were a single, solid piece, yet it was exceptionally heavy.
"This is…"
Chen Qing picked up the black box. It felt extremely heavy in his hands. He frowned slightly, puzzled.
Xiang Jiarem, who stood to the side, was clearly knowledgeable. He took a focused look and whispered, "Brother Chen, this Profound Iron Box is a real treasure!"
At these words, Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat!
'A Profound Iron Box!?'
He immediately recalled what his Uncle-Master Shen Xiuyong had mentioned before. Rumor had it that these boxes held a world of their own and could contain all sorts of unexpected treasures. Elixirs, Secret Manuals—anything was possible.
'If I'm lucky enough to get an Astral Condensing Pill, which helps one condense True Astral, its value would be immeasurable. Even if I don't use it myself, it would fetch an astronomical price at auction!'
Just as these thoughts raced through Chen Qing's mind—
