"It likes you," Mo Yuxin said, watching with a soft expression she rarely let anyone else see.
"I think it wants to be picked up," Su Yubing said, sounding almost helpless about it, and carefully lifted the egg into her arms, cradling it the exact same way she might hold something far more fragile than stone or shell ever could be.
Mo Yuxin picked up the curved blade next, testing its weight in one hand, and felt a faint resonance hum up through her arm the moment her fingers wrapped around the hilt, the kind of response only a weapon with its own dormant spiritual awareness gave off when it approved of a potential new owner. The leather bound manual, once Su Yubing skimmed through its first few pages properly, turned out to be a complete cultivation method fitting her own ice and water leaning cultivation almost too perfectly to be simple coincidence, as though Ao Jing had somehow known exactly who would eventually come looking for it.
