When Jiang Qi heard Chen Rui mention "the treasure," a barely noticeable gleam flickered in his eyes.
His expression became even more arrogant, with a hint of a proud smile on his lips, as if that "treasure" was not only precious in a material sense but also a symbol of his identity and power.
He slowly rotated the golden cup in his hand, letting out a cold laugh and glancing disdainfully at Chen Rui.
"Chen Rui, this treasure is no ordinary thing," Jiang Qi's voice carried a coldness and arrogance, "Its value, I fear you can hardly imagine." He sat up straighter, evidently possessing a strong desire to own and pride in this treasure.
For Jiang Qi, that treasure was not only a symbol of power but also the key to ascending the peak of authority in the future.
For this reason, he was unwilling to let outsiders see it easily, especially someone like Chen Rui.
"Such a treasure," Jiang Qi continued, eyes full of contempt, "isn't something someone like you could easily behold."
