The old monk's words, though spoken lightly, clearly carried a heavy sense of gritted-teeth hatred.
Treasure was indeed of little importance to the old monk, yet how could Xu Fan make such an outrageous request? As long as the old monk provided an item, it happened to be exactly what Xu Fan's master urgently needed. How could this be so coincidentally convenient?
Over a millennium, the old monk did possess many treasures, but truly precious ones were not as many as Xu Fan imagined. The dozens of treasures presented now had nearly emptied the old monk's reserves!
Therefore, the old monk spoke up to gently "warn" Xu Fan.
Xu Fan was evidently a person who contentedly enjoyed what he had. Satisfied, he nodded and was about to agree when a thought struck him, reminding him of the Bronze Box.
Initially, the appearance of the Bronze Box had not caught Xu Fan's attention; he merely considered it insignificant.
