"Why is this thing in your hands?"
Qi Shan reacted at once and grabbed Lin Su by the throat.
"Answer me!"
The veins on his fingers bulged, and his knuckles tightened until they turned white. He could feel the trapped beast inside him struggling, slamming against its cage with a racket, as if it could break free at any moment. His surging Killing Intent teetered on the brink of collapse.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill Anzhi?" the Daoist-robe phantom cried anxiously, floating over to pry Qi Shan's fingers loose.
"Get lost!" Qi Shan struggled to restrain his turbulent emotions. His blood-red eyes closed in on Lin Su, and his fingers tightened little by little. His murderous aura was so intense that even the Daoist-robe phantom flinched. "Lin Anzhi, if you don't want to die here, explain yourself—why is his possession in your hands!"
This jade pendant had been part of Qi Shan's mother's dowry.
Back then, the head of the Kang Clan had chanced upon a piece of fine jade. Its color resembled the rosy cheeks of a beauty, so he had it made into a jade pendant and added it to the dowry. The pendant eventually passed into Qi Shan's hands, and a craftsman carefully refined it, carving a pair of fish biting each other's tails and the Qi Clan crest into it. Qi Shan's Biological Father had been useless, squandering the family fortune, and most of the assets that came with the dowry had gone with it.
There weren't many keepsakes left for Qi Shan to cherish.
This jade pendant was one of them.
It went without saying how precious it was to him!
He had worn it all the time, never letting it leave his side for even a moment. Qi Shan had