"If you have not set foot in the martial arts world, then this thing will wait for your father to get it, but now that you are in the early stage of Gong Ji, you have obviously obtained a great fortune, this thing will naturally belong to you." Yue Wuwei smiled and opened the box. Handed over.

As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Han frowned slightly, grabbed the box, stared at Yue Wuwei, and a funny smile rose from the corner of his mouth:

"Old guy, you are really weird."