"I'm quite sure I don't know this thing, nor have I seen any historical record of it," Feng Liyan said with certainty.
"You're lying." Jun Moyan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. His tone was neither heavy nor light, but there was an absolute confidence that he was not mistaken.
"Why would I lie?" Feng Liyan looked at Jun Moyan with some amusement.
"Your eyes and your reaction when you saw this pattern betrayed you."
"Your mouth is on your body, say whatever you like." Feng Liyan shrugged indifferently, maintaining composure on the surface, but internally, he was already in chaos.
"This thing is from the Netherworld." Jun Moyan's tone, almost confirming this, made Feng Liyan even more uneasy.
Who exactly is he?!
How could he know this thing is from the Netherworld?
"The Netherworld? Who told you that?" Feng Liyan raised an eyebrow, with a playful tone that made people mistakenly think he didn't care about the thing's origin.
