"I never knew there was a pattern like this here, Miss. Even though I've been in and out of this room for hundreds of years."
"Why am I only seeing it now?" Zhou said, frowning.
"Did your ancestors leave things or the like with that form?" Xue Ning asked the man.
Fu Xie Lan who wanted to ask the same thing was silent again because she had been represented by the girl.
"No, Miss. I never heard anything like what you said," Zhou replied immediately.
"Is that true?"
Suddenly the sound of stones falling to the floor was heard. It was Xue Ning's magic stone that she had picked up a moment ago, two magic stones of different shapes and colors. One stone with a shape that is not too perfect but resembles a crescent moon, while the other stone is round, a very ordinary shape but has a color that is soothing to the eye when viewed.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Xue Ning said as she grabbed the magic stone that had accidentally slipped from her hand.