Xu Xingguang stared at the soft whip and blood-red pigeon egg, momentarily forgetting to speak.
Ming Feng saw Xu Xingguang holding her teacup and suddenly not speaking. He waited and waited, yet eventually lost his patience and broke the silence first. "Miss Xu."
Xu Xingguang snapped out of it, lifted her eyes to look at Ming Feng, her eyes distinctly black and white, bright as a galaxy. When she looked at Ming Feng, she appeared indifferent, yet Ming Feng felt a sensation as though he was alone on a high mountain, subjected to the scrutiny of countless stars.
Ming Feng steeled himself, gathered his courage, and asked the question that lingered at the tip of his tongue. "Miss Xu, the item that disappeared over two thousand years ago, why is it appearing in your hands now? Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"
It sounded like an accusation, yet Ming Feng's tone was extremely humble and respectful.
Seeing a ghost.
