The convoy moved forward, a vast and mighty procession.
Over the years, Wang Yi had reaped enormous profits from opening blind boxes. Take this convoy, for instance: every single motorcycle sported a grand wind-and-cloud flag, and their storage compartments overflowed with treasure. If any bandit came to rob them, snatching even a single motorcycle would make them filthy rich!
Unfortunately, Wang Yi had nowhere to show off his wealth. He had grown somewhat numb to it all, losing his concept of valuable treasures. Although he still opened numerous seven-colored blind boxes every day, very few items could actually surprise him anymore.
Led by Chi Kong, the convoy soon arrived before a glowing vortex.
Wang Yi had encountered many such phenomena along the Seven-Colored Avenue. He knew they were wormholes born from temporal turbulence, or perhaps shattered void passages.
