Zhao Menfeng, who was in his seventies but was as energetic as a young man, lunged to the shelf and picked up that primitive magic weapon, a Four-legged bronze tripod. Then he turned around, walked to the door, and shouted to Wang Ke, "Wang Ke, come out with me."

Wang Ke didn't understand Zhao Menfeng's meaning, but he still walked out of the door with him.

"Wang Ke, I'll put this magic weapon outside and you stay by the door. Try to see if you can feel the ...