Xu Jingkai held the middle-level magic weapon whose spiritual energy had been absorbed secretly by Wang Ke, regarded it as a treasure, and was excited to return to his family’s antique shop. When he found his father in company with two middle-aged extraordinary men in suits and leather collars, he exclaimed joyfully without a second thought, “Dad, I’ve just found a treasure, a middle-level magic weapon. Haha... I bought it for just 10,000 yuan.”He lifted the black plastic bag in his hand, a look of jauntiness on his face.Xu Shichang, the owner of this antique shop, is Xu Jingkai’s father.Hearing his son’s cry of joy, Xu Shichang looked slightly stunned and then showed an ecstatic look on his face. Ignoring the two guests, he strode to Xu Jingkai’s side, reached for the black plastic bag in his hand, and asked, “Really? How can you prove that it contains a middle-level magic weapon? Are you able to identity the middle-level one now?”
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