At this moment, Liu Yihuan was racking his brains on how to deal with Lu Wu's questions. Xuanji was beside him, staring awkwardly at Lu Wu—it was futile to expect anything from her, as it was already quite good that she wasn't holding them back.
Well, how should he explain it? Maybe he should just make up an excuse and see if it would fool him. Liu Yihuan cleared his throat, ready to speak, when Xuanji suddenly said, "The accessory on your waist, I think I've seen it somewhere before."
She pointed to a small stone hanging at Lu Wu's waist, about the size of half a fist, a pure moon-white color, its serene and transparent blue immediately reminding one of the ocean. She couldn't be mistaken; Ting Nu had one exactly like it, and Zi Hu, who liked to sniff and lick it for fun, claimed it was a very spiritual stone.
