As for Xie Luohe's specialty of brute-force lockpicking, that was out of the question. The box was lined with white phosphorus powder, which is highly flammable. Any violent attempt to open it would risk igniting the phosphorus inside.
The box was pitch-black and seamlessly forged, looking as if it were a single, natural piece. A row of hair-thin holes was faintly visible on its surface. If Zheng Xiu guessed correctly, these holes were likely meant to provide oxygen if 'ignition' was required. Such masterful craftsmanship could only have come from Hidden Sword Manor.
When Dugu Xiang and Bai Xiaosheng came down, Zheng Xiu, Cheng Xiao, Xie Luohe, and Xiaotao were waiting by the box.
Zheng Xiu stared wide-eyed at 'Bai Xiaosheng,' finding it hard to believe. "Are you really Bai Xiaosheng?"
"As real as it gets."
Bai Xiaosheng pointed at the eight characters on his fan.
The corner of Zheng Xiu's mouth twitched. "I used to have a fan just like that."
