Mu Lianqing!
The name was inscribed on the hairpin.
This hairpin's craftsmanship was a bit rough, so Lin Feng suspected it might not have been made by a craftsman.
If it wasn't made by a craftsman, it was highly likely crafted by some male cultivator himself.
And then gifted to his beloved.
"Mu Lianqing! Mu Lianqing! Mu Lianqing!"
Lin Feng murmured this name, and after confirming he hadn't heard it before, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
He attempted to infiltrate the hairpin with his Divine Sense.
"Hehehe..."
Vaguely, Lin Feng seemed to hear a crisp laugh.
It was the laughter of a woman.
The fact that a woman's laughter came from within the wooden hairpin was extremely bizarre.
Lin Feng felt.
This wooden hairpin was very likely the treasure contested by the saber-toothed dragon and the Purple Scale Clan Merfolk.
But his Divine Sense couldn't find any more clues inside the wooden hairpin.
"I need to find time to study this properly."
Lin Feng muttered to himself.
