Golden light crisscrossed the sky as Lu Bei stopped in front of the Human King Tripod.
The divine treasure was wreathed in purplish light, inscribed with strange scriptures across its eight faces. After just one glance, Yan Xiaoshuang, whom he was holding in his arms, instantly lost all her appeal.
He gave her a casual toss, then scrambled up the massive tripod using both hands and feet, inspecting all eight sides without missing a single one.
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