Without a key, the locked box could not be opened and naturally, the contents remained unknown.
Just as Magong Tong was furrowing her brow, the voice of Beichuan Si sounded.
"Magong Tong."
"Ah?" Magong Tong reflexively responded.
"Excuse me." Beichuan Si patted Magong Tong's shoulder.
Then, under Magong Tong's gaze, he simply raised his finger and a smooth, water-like silver light flashed by.
But that streak of silver was so fast that Magong Tong only saw Beichuan Si's fingers brushing over the lock, then the White Chrysanthemum Lock was cleanly sliced into two halves.
"Be-Beichuan?" Magong Tong subconsciously touched her shoulder which Beichuan Si had touched just now, and finding nothing amiss, she finally looked up at Beichuan Si, her face full of shock, "How did you do that?"
"Just a little trick." Beichuan Si, unconcerned by Magong Tong's shocked expression, opened the black box on his own and reached inside.
Magong Tong quickly moved closer to Beichuan Si's side.