Evening arrived. Wang Ke, who was still immersed in joy, smiled charmingly with the antique magic weapon book in his hands.

The sky turned red as the sun had set.

“Knock, knock.”

A knock on Wang Ke’s door drew his attention from his thoughts.

“Come in.” Without standing up, he put the book on the table and stretched himself.

“Your door is locked. How am I supposed to go in?” Li Ruoxi’s voice rang out ...