Clothes, silver, books, medicine, bottles and jars.
A bunch of things were scattered haphazardly on the table.
Even the small pile of silver and banknotes next to him couldn't bring him back to his senses.
Chen Mu stared blankly at the red leather bag inside the wooden box.
"I should have thought of that earlier."
There are ghostly spirits, magical artifacts, and naturally, there is also the pursuit of immortality and enlightenment.
The bag was a bit strange, not quite matching his fantasies about storage bags and Sumeru rings.
"I'll have to go see what the immortals look like sooner or later!"
Chen Mu quickly calmed his complicated emotions and looked away.
Close the wooden box and store it carefully. This is a treasure; we can't lose it.
But it's not advisable for him to try it
