Zong Shaoqing threw over an item—it was a Jade.
The Jade was pitch black throughout, with a character "Worry" engraved on it.
Yue Jinghua held the Jade Pendant, examining it in her hand. The Jade's quality was ordinary, not any kind of Spiritual Artifact. Why would Zong Shaoqing give her this Jade for no reason?
"Carry it with you, and when it becomes absolutely necessary, crush it," Zong Shaoqing stood with his back to the moon, his unparalleled visage half shrouded in moonlight, the other half in a dark haze.
The blend of light and shadow transformed his amethyst eyes into dual colors, carrying a vastly different aura from daylight.
At this moment, Zong Shaoqing appeared like a Night King.
"Thank you," Yue Jinghua lifted the Jade up, figuring it must be some kind of teleportation-related Dark Treasure. When it comes to treasures, Yue Jinghua never complained about having too many.
