Upon seeing his reflection in the mirror, Jian Wushuang was taken aback.
"Hehe, Jian Wushuang!" Zhen Ling let out a mischievous grin.
Deep down, Jian Wushuang felt a twinge of unease. Why did he sense poison in the wine? Were they afraid that they, the people of Qishen Temple, would betray them?
However, this time, Jian Wushuang anticipated the thoughts of others and acted accordingly.
"Lord Zhen Ling, what is this?" Jian Wushuang cautiously inquired.
Zhen Ling extended an arm from the mirror and spoke, "This is a treasure prepared for you. Remember, treasures must be stored in your own Origin Source space, otherwise, the cost of teleportation to other spacetimes will be higher than the treasures you possess!"
"Yes!" Jian Wushuang hastily agreed, then accepted the small bead.
These were some treasures given to them before their departure.
After all, in a different spacetime, nobody knew where they would end up!