Chương 1908: Paragon Level (2)

This thing was not that heavy.

Letting out a light chuckle, Ye Qingtang lifted the gold-gilded black box with apparent ease. Little White Tiger scurried out and shook out its messy fur.

Just as Ye Qingtang was about to tease Little White Tiger, the box suddenly vibrated in her hands.

In the next second…

A large pile of Dharma artifacts streamed out of the gold-gilded black box.

Within seconds, the pile of artifacts had grown into the size of a small hill.

Ye Qingtang, "…"

What was going on?!

Little White Tiger was also dumbstruck. It had clearly seen that the box only contained one finger bone. Where did all these Dharma artifacts come from?

"Could this gold-gilded black box be a space storage item?" The corners of Little White Tiger's lips twitched as it gazed at the growing pile of artifacts. The quantity was enough to fill a hundred gold-gilded black boxes.