Chapter 233: Chapter 232: Oh great Craftsman God, how can you be so selfish, Wind God! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

What is this?!

Indra blinked, scanning the box in the hands of the craftsman Vishvakarman with astonishment.

He hadn't approached Vishvakarman before.

It must have been Surya who sought him!

Thinking thus, Indra reached out to take the box, gently lifting the lid.

Swish!

As the box opened, a faint golden light blossomed forth.

Indra fixed his gaze for a closer look.

A curled up bag lay within the box.

This bag was golden yellow throughout, yet not dazzling, instead it exuded a dark gold hue, seemingly non-reflective, very low-key and restrained.

"So, it's this bag!"

Indra clicked his tongue, suddenly realizing.

Dead memories were resurrected in his mind.

Originally, he had told Surya that they could find an opportunity to trap Sani inside the bag and give him a good beating, after which Sani would certainly behave.

Surya, you actually had Vishvakarman make it!

Tch!

Indra shook his head, unable to suppress a laugh.