Everyone assumed it was merely decorative.
But the man had taken the lion and submerged it in water.
After a short while, the lion had opened its mouth on its own and spat out several thin leaves of gold.
Naturally, he did not recall every detail of the story.
That was roughly the gist of it.
The explanation left Gongsun Xing blinking in confusion, yet the two of them still crouched there and stared intently at the box.
A full pot of hot water was poured over it.
Nothing happened.
Rolling his eyes, Yue Mingxuan flicked the box aside with a casual toss.
It would not break anyway.
He had carried it back with both hands before, thinking it something incredibly precious.
Now he knew better.
The vases in his room were far more fragile than this thing.
He no longer treated it with much care.
The two of them sat in silence.
Suddenly, Yue Mingxuan's eyes spun thoughtfully in their sockets.
