388 Luo Xin Jie

The night had arrived. The moon hung high in the sky that was decorated with sparkling stars.

Here the mountain ranges rose and fell and the ancient trees all touched the sky.

Before a mountain cave, stood a man and a woman. The man had a robe as white as snow. His face was handsome and his body emitted a rhythmic aura – extraordinariness. The woman wore an oversized black robe and a bamboo face that hid most of her face.

It was Ling Xian and Hua You Du.

After a two hour long flight, the two of them finally arrived at their destination.

"This is the small scaled treasure hut you talked about earlier?"

Staring at the pitch black cave, Ling Xian frowned slowly, finding it difficult to draw the line between this cave and a treasure hut.

"That's right. This is my M… no, that person's hut. That person loves to collect treasures but never puts them in a storage pouch. Instead, everything's piled here." Hua You Du nodded lightly and stared at the cave proudly and intensely.