Inside the Bamboo Hut, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Gai Jiuyou stared at the palm-sized Little Black Cauldron in Lin Shisan's hand. Her half-smiling expression froze in an instant.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she leaned forward slightly.
For the first time, genuine shock appeared in those starry eyes that had witnessed a thousand years.
It was not the astonishment she had shown when the Seven-Colored Light Shield repelled her in the Nine Yang Pavilion, but the horror of seeing something that should not have existed in this era.
"This... this is..."
Gai Jiuyou reached out to touch it, but her fingertips stopped three inches from the Little Black Cauldron.
A tremor rose from the depths of her heart, the kind that made her soul shudder at a single glance.
It was as though this was no unremarkable little black cauldron, but a dormant Ancient Desolate Fiend Beast that even she dared not disturb lightly.
"Where did you get this?"
Lin Shisan did not answer. He merely looked calmly at this Demon Sect maniac.
In truth, excitement was running wild inside him.
His heartbeat and blood were surging, perhaps still a few degrees short of Gai Jiuyou's.
Anything that could shock and horrify even Gai Jiuyou was definitely no ordinary treasure.
They looked at each other for a moment before Gai Jiuyou suddenly laughed, with a measure of self-mockery and helplessness.
"You little dark-skinned brat. You did this on purpose, didn't you? I've lived for over a thousand years, yet today you've managed to stump me."
Gai Jiuyou reluctantly withdrew her hand.
She took a deep breath, leaned back against the bamboo chair, and lifted her cup for a sip of tea, though her gaze never left the Little Black Cauldron.
"Do you know what this