"There was no hint."
Bai Qingshui answered immediately upon hearing Chen Lin's question.
She continued, "Xiao Jinxia sent her disciple, who specifically asked for this cup. She said it was the betrothal token Xiao Jinxia and Yu Yuanqi exchanged back then. Since Yu Yuanqi was dead, she no longer wanted it left in someone else's hands."
"A betrothal token?"
Chen Lin weighed the cup in his hand.
Puzzled, he said, "If this cup were a betrothal token, she shouldn't have waited so long to ask for it. It must have some special use, or perhaps she didn't even know it existed until now and sent someone to demand it as soon as she heard."
"In that case..."
Chen Lin analyzed, "This item should be even more valuable than the Embroidered Handkerchief."
Bai Qingshui's eyes flickered.
She immediately asked, "Would you like to meet that female disciple in person, my lord?"
"No need."
Chen Lin waved a hand.
Shaking his head, he said, "Although Xiao Jinxia and Yu Yuanqi were husband and wife in name only, killing Yu Yuanqi still involved Leiming's reputation. We should simply maintain this delicate balance. There's no need for too much contact with her people."
With that, he started to hand over the cup.
Then he thought it over.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he tried activating it with his Natal Runic Inscription.
When nothing happened, he tried his Soul Power instead.
"This is bad!"
The instant his Soul Power touched the cup, Chen Lin felt a terrifying pull. No matter how he struggled, he could not resist it.
Even his Soul Master's aura was useless.
His soul was instantly dragged out of his body and into the cup.
"Heh. Just as I thought."
As a calm voice rang out, Chen Lin's perception returned to normal.