The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat eerie and had become even heavier.
Zhang Ling'er couldn't stand it any longer, and walked to the front, "It's just a bead, if you don't want it, I'll take it."
Ye Tian gave a bitter smile, although he didn't know what was going on with this bead, it definitely wasn't something worthless that was thrown here unwanted. Seeing Zhang Ling'er reaching for the bead, the Monk intended to stop her, but it was too late, Zhang Ling'er had already squatted down and reached out her hand, a massive and gentle force instantly converged in the Monk's hand. Both Zhang Liang and Ye Tian were shocked inside, it must take a great cultivation to achieve this, enough to contend with the bead. Yet, this massive force did not come to use.
"How come this bead is still covered in a layer of cement, none of you grab it, I'm going to wash it, maybe it's a toy left by the little bird's mother."
Zhang Ling'er took the egg-sized bead and walked to the backyard.
