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Within the dark recesses of the mining tunnel, where no ceiling could be seen, a Cheetah's claw clung to the edge of a rock platform. As it lowered its head to peer beneath it, a long shadow fell from its body.

Explorers in the mine pit held torches high, driving away the surrounding darkness. At the edge of the light circle, where light and dark intermingled, two decayed skeletons, withered to white bones, were revealed.

In front of the skeletons laid a leather pouch with its drawstring snapped, and a dozen broken diamonds slipped from the opening, sparkling with an exceptionally dazzling light under the illumination.

Perhaps the glare was too blinding as it caused people in the dark to squint.

At that moment, who knows how many viewers in front of their screens were rubbing their eyes, trying to discern if the scene before them was real or fake, actual or illusory.

Bi Fang stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and pinched the snapped drawstring to lift the entire pouch.