“Senior… Is this the stroke of fate you’re giving me?” asked Dongguo Feng.

The old pawnbroker took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed his anger and unwillingness, then smiled. “Of course. Customer, please go ahead and take it with you. This old man wants to dim the lantern and close for the night.”

Dongguo Feng could tell at a glance that the tiny old man’s smile was forced and rigid; there was no trace of his earlier kindliness or warmth.

What happened? Why did the old pawnbroker’s attitude change so much? 

But in the end, he didn’t ask any questions. He was worried doing so would lead to more twists and turns.

“I have done nothing to deserve this reward; I cannot covet such a treasure. Farewell, senior.” With that, Dongguo Feng turned and left.

However, the old pawnbroker seemed frantic. He cried out, “Dear customer, you must accept it! If you don’t, I’ll be in for big trouble!”

As he spoke, he grabbed the bronze box and tossed it to Dongguo Feng. Then, he waved his sleeves.

Dongguo Feng saw stars, and before he knew what was happening, an invisible power wrapped around him. He shot...