Zhuang Xiaoqiao was stunned. She saw that everyone was looking at her and Ye Feng as if they were two idiots. She waved her small fists. "Put me down!"
"I'm sorry, I was too excited!" Ye Feng put Zhuang Xiaoqiao down.
Zhuang Xiaoqiao was even more confused. What made him so happy? He had gained quite a lot in the United States these few days, but it hadn't made him lose his composure. Could the cold weapons in the warehouse be more valuable than the ones he had previously?
"You know what? We've picked up a treasure!"
Ye Feng tried to take a deep breath to calm his racing heart, he said in a low voice, "That sword is the Yongle Sword!"
"Yongle Sword!" It was Zhuang Xiaoqiao's turn to be excited.
She might not know Bruce Lee, but she knew about the Yongle Sword. It was definitely a national treasure.
However, ever since the modern invasion of China, this treasure had been plundered by foreign powers and had been lost overseas.