Upon hearing Hongjun's reply, Lin Feng wore a triumphant smile, full of the arrogance of a victor. His eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with a greedy gleam like a starving wolf that had finally cornered its prey. "Fellow Daoist Hongjun truly knows how to read the room. Hand it over at once," Lin Feng said impatiently, his voice burning with eagerness and excitement.
Hongjun gritted his teeth, the sense of humiliation burning ever deeper in his chest, yet he knew he could not act rashly. Slowly, he raised a hand and reached into his robes, moving with a heavy, sluggish deliberation as if every single inch cost him immense effort. His gaze grew dull, revealing a profound helplessness and agonizing reluctance.
At last, with agonizing slowness and difficulty, he drew the natal magic treasure from his robes. The moment it appeared, it radiated a mystical, intensely brilliant glow—dreamlike and ethereal. Countless strange runes shimmered across the shifting lights, and the surrounding air seemed to ripple faintly in its presence, as though the treasure carried a staggering, earth-shaking energy.
Chapter 49