Xiao Yang stared at the small tripod on the table with eagerness in his eyes.

"Xiaoyang, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Wenxin looked at Xiaoyang curiously.

Xiao Yang took a few steps forward, squatted down and carefully observed the small tripod.

The dark green tripod exudes a sense of history. Judging from the bronze green on the small tripod, the tripod has existed for some years.

The shape of the small tripod is simple and mysterious. There are nine dragon-shaped grooves on the wall of the tripod.

"Sister Wenxin, can you tell me where this tripod came from?" Xiao Yang looked at Zhu Wenxin and asked with fervent eyes.

"How...