“What?” Feng Xun was baffled. “Xiao Wu, what did you just say?”
Feng Wu said matter-of-factly, “You can have the pendant.”
Feng Xun said, “Xiao Wu, do you even know what this is? It’s a storage pendant! It…”
He was still babbling on when Feng Wu cut him off. “Do you want it or not? If not…”
“Yes! Of course I want it!” Feng Xun immediately tucked the pendant away, fearing that someone else would take it.
Feng Wu didn’t know what to say.
“Xiao Wu, don’t you want it for yourself?” Feng Xun asked. “If you do, I… I can give it to you.”
Despite what he said, Feng Xun kept his hands pressed to the pocket where the jade was. He didn’t look like he wanted to give it away at all.
Feng Wu rolled her eyes at him. “I have my own.”
Not only did she have a storage space of her own, she also had the one from Jun Linyuan as cover. Therefore, she meant it when she said that she didn’t need the pendant.
“I knew that you wouldn’t try to take it away from me.” Feng Xun also knew about the storage pendant Jun Linyuan had given her.
Feng Wu handed the battle suit to Xuan Yi. “Do you want it?”
Xuan Yi’s eyes lit up.
The battlesuit had inscriptions on it.
With such a suit, he would have a great advantage in fighting cultivators on the same level. Xuan Yi liked the idea.
After that, the thick book was the only thing left.
“It won’t open.” Everyone had tried, but no one could make it budge.
In the end, Feng Xun had to turn to Feng Wu for help. “Xiao Wu, how did you open the storage space? Can you do the same for this book?”
Feng Wu shook her head. She had tried, but it didn’t work.
“The inscriptions,” Jun Linyuan glanced at her and said casually.
The inscriptions?
“Where are they? I don’t see any —” Feng Xun turned the book over and over in his hands.
Feng Wu’s eyes lit up.
“Wait —” She gestured to Feng Xun to put the book down. She then searched every inch of its cover until she felt the marks along the edge.
“That’s it! The inscriptions!” she cried out in pleasant surprise. “They’re really there! I almost missed them!”
Feng Xun looked at the marks that resembled a barcode and asked, “Are these really inscriptions?”
Feng Wu said, “Why not? At Level 7, inscriptions can be in many forms. One can conceal them in almost anything. You can walk into a trap if you’re not careful enough.”
“Why are you so happy about Level 7 inscriptions?” Feng Xun found her reaction idiotic. “You little fool. How are we going to open the book now?
“Things would be much easier in the imperial capital. We have a few inscription masters at the Imperial College. Who can we go to now?
“I see!” Feng Xun smacked his forehead. “How could I forget him? Master Dugu is an inscription master, and I think he’s about Level 7!”
