Bi Xia stared at the completely seamless cultivation dish, furrowing her brow, "Damn it, where did this thing come from?"
"In that organization, these things are everywhere," Ji Qiutang's voice coldly echoed. Bi Xia turned to see Ji Qiutang looking at the cultivation dish with an icy expression, his fists tightly clenched by his side. After a while, he said, "If you want to get this child out, you have to find a way to open it. Neither external force nor spiritual power can destroy this thing."
"You seem to know a lot." Bi Xia said casually, turning to search the secret room.
At that moment, a cool voice slowly came through, "My last mission involved dealing with this kind of thing."
