Wang Xuan repeatedly glanced with his spiritual eye fully open, but he didn't notice anything unusual. His parents were overly normal—ordinary and plain. 0

He felt relieved. All sorts of troubles had arisen lately, and it made him overthink. 0

He told his parents not to address Fang Yuzhu that way in public. She was an extraordinary figure with an enigmatic background.0

Mrs. Wang nodded and said, "I understand. We won't talk about transcendent matters in public. But really though, she's so nice. We chatted all night and got along very well."0

"What family heirloom do we have that I don't know about?" Wang Xuan wondered. Fang Yuzhu was also apparently at a loss when she accepted the gift.0

Mrs. Wang gave him a disapproving look and said, "Have you forgotten? My bracelet, my favorite one. It's a beautiful black jade adorned with stars, a rare treasure you can't find anywhere else."0

"Wasn't that something you picked up from a street vendor?" said Wang Xuan, skeptical.0

He remembered his teens when his parents would just give him a week's worth of allowance and then happily go on trips. One of those times, when they returned, his mother ecstatically claimed they had found a treasure at a remote stall in a small town, intending to make it a cherished heirloom for generations to come. 0

At that time, Wang Xuan took one look and immediately knew his mother had been ripped off. There was no way the black jade was naturally covered...0