Fatty looked envious. He had worked hard for a long time, but he was not half as good as Lin Shuang.
Lin Shuang, who had come down with the box, smiled calmly and patted his shoulder. "Don't think too much. Just lose weight."
The other two laughed when they heard that. This equipment was good, but such good equipment could not withstand his weight.
Fatty, whose sore spot had been hit, looked at Lin Shuang aggrievedly with a heartbroken expression. "Shuang'zi, you've changed!"
After teasing for a while, the four of them immediately focused their attention on the box. The box gave off an ancient aura, as if it was made of high-grade black iron. There was also a trace of a cold aura on it. It seemed that it had been placed in this cave for a long time, causing this box to be ignored.