Xuan Shuang's earlier gloom vanished in an instant. Although her expression remained unchanged, her eyes were filled with unstoppable curiosity: "Big sister, can stones be shy?"
"It's possible," Qiann Yan paused, then took out a handkerchief to wrap the stone. The fragrant cloth made Mo Yuhuai feel suffocated, "Why are you wrapping me with a handkerchief? I don't want this."
It's so fragrant! Fragrant enough to make him dizzy.
Qiann Yan: "Aren't you shy? I'm covering you up."
Mo Yuhuai: "..."
"What kind of stone are you?"
Mo Yuhuai: "I am a ten-thousand-year-old Demon Jade."
"Can you transform?" Qiann Yan asked again, knowing who this unfortunate stone was.
Mo Yuhuai wasn't always a Demon Stone. He was originally a Chaotic Spirit Stone from the dawn of time, focused on cultivation to become human. In the eyes of every powerful being, he was the best refining material, and they fought fiercely to claim him.
