He Qing gave the box an affectionate stroke with his fingers. The patterns on the surface of the box, the wings of the phoenix, to be precise seemed to be quivering in response to the movement of his fingers.
"Is the casket your spirit-bonded artefact?" Gu Yuze said suddenly. He ignored He Qing's question and then noting He Qing's surprised expression, he tried to explain, 'I read it somewhere that the He family practices a cultivation method that allows them to bond with an artefact?"
"You can tell it is a casket?" He Qing said, and Gu Yuze bit his lip; he should have just said 'box'.
What is done is done. Besides, he had no strength to pretend to be an affable, naïve younger disciple.
Gu Yuze neglected the fact that he had never even succeeded with his fake image in the first place.
"Yes. When it comes to spiritual energy, I am quite perceptive." Gu Yuze admitted. Right now, he would need help from He Qing in the future; he had to be able to offer more.
