Li Wenxing hesitated at Qian Jin’s words. A treasure that fell from the heavens—if they ignored it, wouldn’t that be too much of a pity? Even if this crystal coffin gave off an unsettling aura, it was worth taking the risk. Just as Li Wenxing was wavering, a commotion of footsteps suddenly came from the distance, accompanied by the crisp clatter of armor. “Who’s there?!” Li Wenxing spun around, hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed warily in the direction of the sound. Qian Jin and the soldiers immediately shifted into defensive stances, eyes sharp. A group of people quickly approached. At the front were none other than the Second Prince, Li Guanglong , and the Third Prince, Li Juntang . Behind them marched several dozen elite soldiers, all stern-faced and heavily armed. “Second Brother? Third Brother?” Seeing who it was, Li Wenxing was slightly startled, surprise flashing across his face. “Didn’t expect to find you here as well, Big Brother. What a coinc...