Yue True Adept praised Feng Jun, then said nothing else pointedly, as though it had merely been a casual compliment.
Then he took something out and placed it on the table. "This is it. I'll have to trouble you, Little Friend Feng, to divine it."
The object sat inside a transparent box with a seal upon it. It looked like a fragment of a fruit shell, palm-sized and bluish-black. It was part of a round outer shell that had been blown apart, and several protruding spikes could still be seen on its surface.
Feng Jun blinked and pointed at the transparent box, asking in a deep voice, "A seal that blocks perception?"
"No." Yue True Adept shook his head. "It does not block perception. It merely prevents the little remaining aura from leaking out."
Feng Jun took out a cigarette and lit it, casually scrolling through his phone. "What kind of aura? What type?"
"An aura related to it, perhaps. I'm not entirely sure," Yue True Adept answered vaguely. "There are no obvious characteristics."
Feng Jun nodded, took another drag, and asked unhurriedly, "Has it been sealed away for a long time?"
Since he was smoking, he naturally would not enter his phone at that moment. In fact, he was in no hurry to identify the item. He first wanted to see whether this True Adept from the Azuresteel Sect had pure intentions.
As he smoked, his arm discreetly brushed the Spirit Beast Bag at his waist. Senior, do you recognize this?
The Spirit Beast Bag trembled twice, almost imperceptibly. The Big Shot indicated that it did.
This was one of the little secret signals they had agreed upon. As it turned out, any signal they established would generally come in handy.
When Yue Qing heard him ask how long