"Palace? Laboratory? Pseudo Spirit Slaves? And a stone sculpture of how you looked back then?"
In the quiet container room, Wu Man, Red Snake, Amina, Gao Huating, and Zheng Shiduo listened to Wang Jixuan's account, each lowering their heads in thought.
Little Hua Ting was actually only pretending to think. She did not understand any of this.
Zheng Shiduo asked, "Brother Wang, did you notice any other details? For example, does that stone sculpture of you... have reproductive organs?"
"It does," Wang Jixuan answered without avoiding the subject. "That part wasn't faithfully reproduced."
Zheng Shiduo asked solemnly, "Then let me put it this way. Does the stone sculpture have the function of that particular tool?"
"Probably not."
With girls present, Wang Jixuan answered tactfully:
"It was in the state of a worm, not a dragon."
"Then it's purely an art piece."
Zheng Shiduo rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue softly.
"The owner of that palace probably saw footage of your facial features when you first appeared publicly. I thought it over carefully, and it should have been during that period.
"The stone sculpture was placed inside the huge bath, which seems to represent a deep obsession.
"That owner might like the feeling of being held in your arms, or perhaps wanted to bathe with you...
"So I have reason to conclude!"
Zheng Shiduo exhaled softly, a faint gleam flickering in his eyes.
"The owner of that palace is either a lovesick girl or a perverted old man with absolutely improper intentions toward you!"
Wang Jixuan: ...
Creak, bang!
The container door flew open, and Zheng Shiduo was kicked away, turning into a speck of light that vanished over the horizon.
Wang Jixuan raised a middle finger, then came back to his senses. Giving Zheng Shiduo the finger did not