A Fishy Iron Box
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She saw it! She saw the mystic technique that she chose earlier…
The child eagerly moved her limbs like she was swimming and strenuously chased after the book of mystic technique that was encased in rich mystic energy.
When Qiao Mu's hands were about to grasp that book, anticipation finally appeared on her face.
Suddenly, an icy, bone-chilling rectangular iron box descended from the sky and heavily dropped onto her outreached hands. The hefty unknown item inside caused her weak arms to also sink a few inches.
Qiao Mu's anticipation froze on her face, her stoic face taut to its limits!
AH, HEAVENS!!!
What the heck is this?!
This cool iron box did not have any openings and did not resemble a box that held a mystic technique.
It looked like a rectangular lump of iron that had been completely melded together, sealed so seamlessly that it did not have a centimeter of a crack in it.