Huh, nothing happened! Long Wudang felt a wave of joy in his heart, carefully attempting to open the wooden box, but it didn't budge at all.
"Did you not eat? Use a bit more strength," Gao Weihu scolded.
Long Wudang gathered his courage to grasp the lid, exerting all his strength to lift it, but even with all his effort, the wooden box still wouldn't budge.
"Let me try." Gao Weihu snatched the box from Long Wudang's hands, shouted loudly, attempting to open the lid, but his face turned completely red—and yet, the wooden box didn't budge.
Afterward, Gao Weihu threw the box on the ground, stomped and kicked it several times, and even took out a large iron hammer to smash it fiercely, but the wooden box remained undamaged.
"It worked, the Master Priest succeeded!" Long Wudang cried with joy.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Long Wudang; having successfully stolen the Long family's ancestral Sealing Technique, she didn't see what he was so excited about—betraying one's own was uncalled for.
