"What is the object that needs restoring? Let me see it..." Amos said with a stone-cold face as he walked forward.
Isaac went to the table by the side. He took a black velvet pouch from his bag and carefully placed it on the table.
It looked like hundreds of aqua-coloured diamonds. Dazzling, for they gleamed light blue under the light.
Amos walked over and picked one of them up. He judged it and said, "Aren't these cheap crystals?"
He wasn't a martial artist. He couldn't sense the strong spiritual energy oozing from these crystals.
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