"What are you doing, you rascal?!"
Seeing this, the old master, who was squatting on the ground, sprang to his feet and scolded Xiong Qifan. "I'm not dead yet, and you are already in such a hurry to inherit the family heirloom?"
"I'm telling you… you…"
The word "you" was dragged on and the rest of his words trailed off.
The old man's eyes widened as he stared blankly at the beeswax that Xiong Qifan was holding in the air.
Under the light from the bedroom's ceiling lamp, the center of the beeswax suddenly began turning transparent.
The outline of a strange-looking ring was revealed.
It glimmered under the light.
"This… this is…" The old master's mouth dropped open in disbelief." Is this… the secret?"
Gulp!
The old man swallowed hard.
There was a secret in the beeswax heirloom, this was something that the safekeeper of every generation knew.
However, no one knew what exactly the secret was.