The three people found a room to sit down in. Duan Yue set the small iron box onto the table, then he successively pulled out about a dozen intricate tools from his inner world.
The little girl propped up her cheeks with her hands, her dark eyes curiously watching Duan Yue busy around.
She really didn't know how to make heads or tails of this toy!
She felt a bit indignant thinking about it. With her bright and intelligent mind, it really made her angry that she couldn't even open a concealed weapon box.
"This kind of concealed weapon box passed down from ancient times was sealed by our predecessor with a melding technique. You can't open it even if you hack it with a saber, slash it with a knife, submerge it in water, or burn it in fire!" When Duan Yue spoke up to this point, he subconsciously raised his head to look at Miss Qiao, and he discovered that her small face wore a weird expression.
