The Clam Demon King's body stirred slightly, and a strange Primordial Spirit rose upright from the shell. This Primordial Spirit was likewise five-colored, without a single hair on its body, and looked like a little monk. Yet this little monk had neither hands nor feet; rather than a monk, it resembled a five-colored boiled egg with its shell peeled away. The Primordial Spirit straightened up, and a mouth materialized in its middle, opening and closing as it asked, "Was the jade pupil you brought last time obtained from Xiao Hua?"
"Xiao Hua?" Fairy Jing frowned, as though her heart had been pricked by pain. After some hesitation, she said, "I seem not to know Xiao Hua, yet... I do clearly remember that it was True Person Xiao Hua who gave it to me!"
"What did he say at the time?" the Demon King pressed relentlessly. "Think carefully."
This time, Fairy Jing did not hesitate in the slightest. She immediately answered, "He asked whether I knew... knew that thing, or whether I had seen it. If I had any news, I could send him a message directly!"
"Was that all?" the Demon King asked blandly.
"It should have been!" Fairy Jing nodded with certainty. "Although my memories of what happened before have already grown unclear, this matter seems not to be among the memories that vanished. I can be certain of it."
"Ugh, what a nuisance!" The Demon King's Primordial Spirit abruptly swelled dozens of times larger, and an irritable aura that seemed capable of filling the entire space swept forth, making Fairy Jing's body tremble faintly. The Demon King roared, "I've interrogated him for over a hundred years, yet I couldn't pry out a single useful word! I thought that once you came, I might get something out of you,