The old beggar was in ragged clothes, skinny as a stick, and behaved very strangely. He was shouting poems as he walked.

"Um?"

Su Chen raised his brows slightly. At this time, he discovered that the Nirvana Gloves in the ancient space were emitting a rich light.

Moreover, there was frequent restlessness.

It was as if he was stimulated by something.

"Have fragments of the sacred artifact appeared?"

Su Chen was shocked and glanced at the old beggar who was getting closer and closer to him.

Then.

He took another look at the direction in which the porcelain guys were escaping.

"Coincidence? Or did someone deliberately seize this opportunity to plot against me?"
Chapter completed!