For other matters, he would always involuntarily speculate beforehand, but as for this matter, his mind was now a complete blank, waiting only for Luoluo to tell him. Yet at the same time, he felt anticipation—unsure whether this sensation was anticipation or a prayer, he very much hoped it wouldn't be too troublesome to handle.
Luoluo spread out her hand, and looking at it, they were all astonished, unsure of its significance. Lin Suqing was equally surprised, and suddenly reflecting upon it, she took out the gu-carved Spiritual Pearl from her sleeve and placed it in Luoluo's palm. This was a pearl rolling with black fog, its inner darkness like ink spilling into water, churning and overturning. It was like the surging black clouds in the night sky—just one glance, and you knew it was an object of evil. Ordinary cultivators couldn't easily touch it, for fear that the evil aura of the Spiritual Pearl might twist their will, leading them astray.