A thought crossed Chen Lin's mind-now that Qin Churan had changed her ways, he really did find her more pleasing by the moment.
"Where is it?"
Qin Churan snapped out of her daze, took a small wooden box from her uniform pocket, and handed it over with both hands.
"His exact words were-if you wouldn't see him, I should give you this."
Chen Lin took the wooden box.
It was made of huanghuali rosewood.
The workmanship was exquisite, nothing like a mass-produced piece.
He lifted the lid.
A jade pendant lay quietly on dark red velvet.
It was a smooth, circular peace pendant, its color somewhere between pale green and white, with no carved decoration on its surface.
Antique jade.
Judging by the patina and staining, it was at least several hundred years old.
Chen Lin picked up the Jade Pendant.
The instant his fingertip touched the jade's surface-
His expression changed.
Because there was a fluctuation of spiritual power.
It was exceedingly faint, like a strand of spider silk on the verge of snapping, hidden deep within the jade.
But it was definitely there.
Chen Lin tentatively sent his spiritual power inside.
Within the Jade Pendant, an ancient, intricate Array Pattern stirred at his touch, giving a slow beat like a heart that had slept for centuries.
Chen Lin's pupils contracted slightly.
This was no ordinary piece of antique jade.
It was a magic treasure.
Chen Lin pushed his spiritual power deeper, trying to glean more information. But the Array Pattern inside the Jade Pendant seemed dormant, and this small, tentative thread of spiritual power was nowhere near enough to activate it fully.
He withdrew his spiritual power, returned the Jade Pendant to the wooden box, and closed the lid.
His face betrayed nothing.
But turmoil had already risen