Lu Jiang huffed and puffed, continuing to dig, while Feng Qingxue peered into the cave to take a look.
The cave was empty except for a bed, a small table, a set of bowls and chopsticks, a heap of earth forming a stove in the corner, and the small iron pot on it. Besides that, there was nothing else, including the clothes and bedding that Single Blind had in his lifetime.
Feng Qingxue glanced around but didn't discern anything significant, so she turned back to watch Lu Jiang digging at the third spot.
Suddenly, a sound echoed from beneath the shovel, as it struck against metal!
Feng Qingxue immediately leaned closer and saw Lu Jiang unearth an iron box.
According to Lu Jiang, it should have been twenty-five years already, but the iron box showed no speck of rust. Extracted from the earth, it was as shiny as new, with cinnabar lines drawn on it that looked profound and mysterious.