Zhang Yu accepted the stone box. Its surface was smooth and seamless, appearing to be formed from a single piece, yet it bore inscribed markings that ordinary people would find impossible to see.
This was a special self-created script. He recognized it at a glance. This truly had been left behind by his adoptive father.
The elderly man surnamed Wu said, "Mr. Zou told me this was a box, but it looks like nothing more than a piece of jade. I do not know how it is meant to be opened."
Zhang Yu nodded. Opening it was exceedingly simple for him. He reached out and gently stroked it several times, and a hazy gleam blossomed over the jade box, as if responding to him.
Seeing this, the elderly man surnamed Wu could not help but reveal a gratified expression. "Today, it has finally returned to its rightful owner."
Once the light upon it gradually faded, Zhang Yu's consciousness was no longer barred from it. He probed within and immediately saw what it contained, causing his heart to stir faintly.
Having handed over the item, the elderly man surnamed Wu had finally laid down a burden on his mind. He said, "Back then, this old man received Mr. Zou's aid. Since Mr. Zhang is his descendant and has come to my door today, you cannot simply leave like this. At the very least, you must stay with this old man for a few days. Otherwise, I will not be able to put my mind at ease."
Zhang Yu nodded and agreed. Wherever he stayed made no difference to his perusal of those books.
Moreover, this was jade after all. This man had gone through a period of hardship in the past, yet even so, he had not sold it and had