In the quiet room, the handmaiden Qiu Yue stood to one side.
"The young miss has been like this for over a month now."
Her brow was furrowed with an unconcealable worry. Her gaze fell upon a black jade cocoon.
This Black Jade Cocoon was woven from countless black threads. The threads were crystalline and translucent, like jade filaments, making the entire thing resemble a piece of black jade.
Complex and bizarre runes were etched upon its surface, enveloping the entire cocoon and imbuing it with an air of mystery.
When faced with this cocoon, even someone as powerful as Yue Wenfu felt a sense of oppression, as if some terrifying existence was sealed within.
"I had my suspicions long ago. Yue Lianxi's features don't resemble yours in the slightest. I guessed back then that she wasn't your descendant. You won't deny that, will you?"
Ning Jiang said slowly, his eyes on the Black Jade Cocoon.
