Fang Yuan reached out, and an invisible force swept through the air, utilizing the skills of capturing dragons and controlling cranes. He directly captured the fist-sized round bead in his hand.
The round bead was pale all over, with only tiny specks of black impurities on its surface and inner layers.
"This bead is at least an extraordinary treasure just judging by its material."
"And the black color on the bead is not impurity but text!"
Looking at the densely packed texts on the bead, resembling tiny scriptures, Fang Yuan took a glance and then placed the bead into his chest.
"Fang Yuan!"
Fang Yuan turned his head.
Fang Jingyun's eyes were filled with tears, a complex gaze reflecting grievances, resentment, confusion, and bewilderment.
After a brief look at Fang Yuan, Fang Jingyun sobbed and turned away.
Fang Yuan shook his head slightly, paying no attention, and then glanced at the remaining people.