Yang Xiao was just daydreaming, lamenting wasn't something new to him, he was used to it.
However, one must have dreams. One day when he finds a way to completely restrict the Opera Robe Ghost, ha ha, someone will suffer.
"Stop daydreaming, give me a hand," Sheng Yanlin interrupted Yang Xiao's fantasies, and the two of them together lifted a box from the middle level of a wooden rack.
The box was very heavy, almost a standard cube, weighing over a hundred pounds. Upon opening it, Yang Xiao was dumbfounded to find a large, irregularly shaped black stone inside.
The feedback from touching it was very strange, it didn't feel like a stone, more like wood that had been carbonized, and there was a feeling of burning pain at his fingertips.
Yang Xiao couldn't make sense of what this thing was and could only look at Sheng Yanlin, who also appeared unusually hesitant.
"Should we call Elder Pumi to ask?" Yang Xiao whispered.
