Then,

Wang Ye took a stroll around.

After taking a stroll around, Wang Ye realized that this place, although large, was not something like a tomb; it was more like a site where they had set up camp.

Wang Ye guessed that these people were probably on a mission, so they chose this place to wait for further commands.

However, it seemed that due to some unexpected event, this group never received the combat orders they waited for until their deaths.

And they, even in death, were still…

Waiting, for the information.

Waiting, for the signal to charge.

What puzzled Wang Ye, though, was why these people would have a Zhen Stone Vein at their information-waiting site?

Could it be… because they expected to wait for a very long time?

That must be it!

Otherwise, why would these people have waited until their deaths, until their sacrifices, without receiving their orders?

Wang Ye also discovered that these Zhen Stone Veins were together by nature; Wang Ye just needed to collect these Zhen Stones into his ring.

Besides that, there were some weapons here.

Upon examining the weapons around, Wang Ye found that, in terms of both material and other aspects, these weapons were far superior to his Liu Yun Sword.

But when Wang Ye wanted to use these weapons, he encountered a problem.

That was, given his own strength, he was unable to wield these weapons.

This filled Wang Ye with surprise yet again.

After all, Wang Ye's current strength was already quite formidable.

Third Grade Martial Warrior!

In the entire Dragon Country, or rather, on the whole Earth Star, there were not many who could possess the strength of a Third Grade Martial Warrior, an S-rank ability.

Moreover, Wang Ye's strength, among Third Grade Martial Warriors with S-rank, was considered quite impressive.

Yet, even in such a state, Wang Ye was unable to wield the weapons from this ancient relic.

This made Wang Ye feel a sense of being struck down, and he also began to ponder in his heart.

Just how powerful were the people of ancient times?

This... should be the number of a medium-sized team, right?

At that time, they shouldn't have been considered very powerful.

Even so, after dying for hundreds of thousands of years, Wang Ye could still feel the imposing presence from these black armors, and he was still… unable to use their weapons.

Wang Ye's heart was filled with curiosity about the ancient era.

Now, the gap with the ancient times… was simply too vast!

Wang Ye then made a call to Tan Long and told him that there was no need for Tan Long to come anymore.

After all, there was no need to excavate anything in this ancient relic; just by sweeping through, Wang Ye had already cleared out all the items from the relic.

Eighty-one sets of black armor, along with a set of silver armor, and from these people, Wang Ye also found more than a dozen rings, similar to the one his master had given him.

However, Wang Ye could tell that his ring, whether in terms of appearance, the level of detail in the engravings, or other aspects, was much more exquisite than those he obtained from these people.

Wang Ye's face broke into a contented smile. Before this moment, Wang Ye had complained that his master was a little miserly, but when he saw the ring on his finger and compared it to the rings worn by these people, the gap between them made all those thoughts disappear from Wang Ye's mind.

His master wasn't really that stingy after all.

Instead, he was somewhat generous.

Of course.

It was just a little generous, that's all.

Although Wang Ye had obtained these dozen or so rings, he found that he simply couldn't open them when he tried.

Wang Ye wasn't discouraged, and instead placed all these rings inside his own.

Even though he couldn't open them now, he could save them for later. Once his strength and realm had improved, he would be able to open them.

Wang Ye had a premonition that among these rings, there would definitely be some good items.

When the time came, he would make a fortune!

Then.

After Wang Ye packed up everything here, he buried the bones that had been taken from the eighty-one black armors and one silver armor.

Even though these people had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years.

Wang Ye still felt that these people should be laid to rest in their homeland.

That was the least respect Wang Ye could show them.

After bowing to these warriors of the past, Wang Ye then left the solitary mountain.

Back at his residence.

Song Wei was still next door, not having left.

Originally, Wang Ye planned to take Song Wei to the snack street this evening and, after sending her away tomorrow, continue staying in the Wolong City Government.

But now, Wang Ye decided that tonight, he would accompany Song Wei to the Cooking Class Snack Street for a stroll and then leave with her in the morning.

As Song Wei's junior brother, Wang Ye could naturally tell that his Fifth Senior Sister had a somewhat inexplicable fondness for the Cooking Class Snack Street.

…

At night.

Wang Ye and Song Wei went to the Cooking Class Snack Street together.

The weather was cold, and Song Wei even put on a sweater. Wang Ye didn't feel cold, but Song Wei still bought him a sweater and insisted he wear it.

Unable to resist Song Wei, Wang Ye had to put it on.

There's a kind of cold called "Your senior sister thinks you're cold."

And what she prepares for you, you must wear!

Of course, whether wearing summer clothes or a sweater didn't make much of a difference to Wang Ye.

At that moment.

Wang Ye and Song Wei, clad in thick clothes, arrived at the Cooking Class Snack Street.

They both wore especially large masks on their faces.

To avoid being recognized by passersby.

However, when they arrived at the Cooking Class Snack Street, they found it empty with not a soul in sight.

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