"In that case, I hope for some ability to replicate myself." Lan Feng insisted stubbornly, and Yan Xiaobao could only sigh. "I think I can ask the spirit of the Cosmic Box, maybe he's willing to help me. This will make the search much easier."
Yan Xiaobao sat in the lotus position, closed his eyes, and entered his consciousness. Traversing through his body, he quickly arrived at his palm. A gigantic box stood before him, the spirit emerged from the box and walked towards Yan Xiaobao's consciousness.
"I thought you came here to ask me something." The white-robed spirit said with a hoarse voice, showing no emotion. He had just been talking to Yan Xiaobao about a young man's wish.
