Its light quickly filled the entire room. The heat it emitted began to burn Yan Xiaobao's palm, and although he tried to release it, the box refused to leave his hand. Instead, it burned hotter and hotter, as if it were a raging fire. It first scorched the skin on his hand, leaving a small wound.
As he looked at the golden box, it slowly merged with his hand. As the burning grew deeper, he was amazed to see it slowly descend into his palm.
The box was now so hot, it felt like the flesh on his hand was melting, and the brightness of the wound matched that of the box. Suddenly, the light disappeared along with the wound on his hand. The box was nowhere to be seen.
Yue St stared at his hand, completely helpless about what had just happened, but Lan Feng looked ecstatic, his eyes wide open and speechless.
