[Through Concentration, you have successfully perceived Filthy Qi with your Spiritual Vision. Your inspiration has gained a small amount of experience.]
Zheng Xiu was in no mood to look at his Experience Level right now. He impatiently waved away the line of mosquito-sized text and turned to ask the others.
"This Peace Talisman… why was it under Second Lady's pillow?"
The boy glanced back, and in that single look—his handsome features, his composed demeanor, his authoritative tone—he was the very image of the Master, as if cast from the same mold.
Zizi, Pingping, and Lily, who were used to taking care of the Master's daily life, knew him well. The boy's glance made them subconsciously press their legs together. 'He really is the Master's bloodline,' they thought. 'There's no mistake.'
If they had any doubts before, now they had irrefutable proof.
