“Fourth uncle, where is my father’s spatial pouch?” Liu Zhiyuan stared directly at Shang Bo.

Raising an eyebrow, he chuckled in amusement. “How do you know that I’m the one holding his spatial pouch?” 

Liu Zhiyuan didn’t say a word as his gaze remained on Shang Bo.

Glancing at the stone chamber behind the bronze gate, Shang Bo’s gaze eventually returned to Liu Zhiyuan. “Your timing is really impeccable. The moment the other three left, you decided to ask me for the pouch. Looks like your father made enough preparations and allowed you to detect his spatial pouch…”

After he spoke, Shang Bo retrieved a tiny pouch from his sleeves.

A flash of light crossed Liu Zhiyuan’s eyes as he stepped...