"Exactly, Xiaolong, Xiaohu, don't spout nonsense!" Mr. Liu rebuked them as well, then smiled. "Xiaohua, this piece of jade is truly quite something. It actually has golden threads running through it. Where did you dig it up?"
Zhang Xiaohua collapsed into his chair and groaned. "Please, this... this is the Town Mansion Spirit Stele of the Yao Mountain Immortal Mansion!!!"
"Yao Mountain Immortal Mansion?"
"Town Mansion Spirit Stele???"
Everyone was astonished, unable to understand what it meant. Guo Sufi even pointed at the Town Mansion Spirit Stele and said, "Xiaohua... you said this is... what mansion? Is it for Xiaohei and Xiaohuang to live in? Tsk, tsk, such an exquisite thing—it must have taken quite a skillful craftsman to make it!"
"Ah???" At last, someone who recognized its worth appeared. Zhang Xiaohu sprang like a tiger right in front of Zhang Xiaohua, his large eyes rounded wide as he asked in shock, "Xiaohua... could it be..."
Zhang Xiaohua had been about to nod, but after hearing what Zhang Xiaohu said next, he could not bring himself to do so.
Zhang Xiaohu said, "Could it be... the thing in your hand... is Yao Mountain's... Immortal Mansion?"
Slapping his forehead, Zhang Xiaohua said helplessly, "Second Brother, I... would like nothing better than to shrink the Immortal Mansion down to this size, but... but that Immortal Mansion covers the entirety of Yao Mountain. I don't have that much magical power!"
"Good heavens, the Yao Mountain Immortal Mansion has already emerged???" Zhang Xiaohu cried again. "Why haven't I heard any reports from the disciples? And... you... why didn't you go to the Immortal Mansion to scoop up some treasures, or seize the Immortal Mansion itself? What are you doing sitting here? What use is there in holding a huge bluestone slab?"
"Wait, wait, Xiaohu.