Even with Qi Yun's calm and steady disposition, a flicker of surprise couldn't help but cross his eyes as he watched Situ Huaji pull three silk boxes from his robes.
Just a moment ago in the Side Hall, with the sudden appearance of the Dao Evil and death imminent, even he had needed to go all out, relying on the God of Wealth's warning and the instinctive reaction of his Venerable Dao Foundation just to escape by the skin of his teeth.
'At such a critical moment, hovering on the brink of life and death, who would have had the presence of mind to care about the silk boxes on the floor?'
'This Situ Huaji, who appeared coarse, reckless, and utterly panicked, had actually managed to spare a sliver of his attention in that situation, snatching up the three silk boxes and secretly stowing them away?'
'Such audacity and meticulousness, a temperament that remained calm in the face of danger...'
"Not bad. Quite interesting."
