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Before that, Zhuang Lan had never believed in all this nonsensical stuff.
But last night's dream was so vivid, it felt as if it had truly happened.
His gaze fell on the black crystal on the table.
Dark as ink, it emanated an ominous aura.
Zhuang Lan picked up the crystal, feeling its icy coolness and significant heft in his hand.
"Is this a crystal?"
Hua Miaofu took another sip of tea, "What it is isn't important, what's important is what it can make you become."
Zhuang Lan nodded and put the crystal in his pocket.
"So, how much should I pay you for it?"
"No charge, consider it a gift from me."
Zhuang Lan pocketed the crystal and went home.
Li Xiaoqin hadn't expected her son to return so soon, "Why didn't you hang out longer?"
Zhuang Lan touched the crystal in his pocket, "I need to make a phone call."
Li Xiaoqin didn't quite understand her son's affairs and casually replied.