"Let's go, let's go, it's time for us to search."
Outside the door, a young man chuckled, "Maybe we'll get lucky and find Feng Jianyi's 'Collapsed Stone Plate.' A promotion and raise wouldn't be just a dream."
"But honestly, I have no idea what use the Collapsed Stone Plate actually has, whether it's a Divine Relic or something else that has so many important figures interested."
"Why bother with that."
The middle-aged man was still curious about the legend of the 'Black Moon Saintess.' "Little Bei, tell me more about Madam Qiue's affairs, I heard that the Saintess has recently nurtured an artificial life..."
Eventually, the footsteps of the two men outside faded away, and Jiang Qiue heard them excitedly continuing their discussion about her, their voices gradually dissipating.
Zii—
Xia Feng was startled and subconsciously stepped back, quickly raising his hand to shield his face, but he was too late.
Translucent honey dripped down from his bangs along his forehead and nose.
