Mr. Sun clenched the broken Iron Plate in his hand, feeling waves of shock in his heart. He wondered if this "Jade Pond Guard" had anything to do with the "Jade Pond" he knew, and if there was also a Jade Pond in the Immortal World of this World.
These questions had no answers for the time being. Mr. Sun simply returned the broken Iron Plate to the aunt without any expression. For now, this thing seemed like a piece of junk. Whether the material still had the remnants of the Immortal World's aura, Mr. Sun couldn't tell within this short period of time.
"This thing is not worth anything," he said to the aunt, and then he seemed genuinely uninterested.
The aunt angrily slammed the Iron Plate on the table, "I knew I was being tricked! If it really was valuable, why wouldn't that fellow sell it himself, instead of using it as collateral for room rent? It's been more than half a year and I still haven't been able to sell it."