Oliver was speechless as he looked at the mountains of treasures that were half submerged in the water and half exposed above the water.
He had also seen a few of them before, which were held in the hands of other great monsters when they climbed the high pavilion or came to pay their respects.
These rare treasures were just thrown into a pile casually. The man leaned against the edge of the pool and had no intention of caring about them.
Oliver stood in the pool, looking at the familiar figure of the man hidden in the mist, still a little reserved.
"You, you are..."
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