Yun Yandong, that pudgy rascal, had gone to Li Zhai Gou today with a group to catch fish. Where had he found it? Well, tomorrow, I'll have to ask him myself.
Yun Yanshui replied casually.
When he learned that the stone was a low-grade spirit stone—currency, used for trading—his initial excitement dimmed. For a moment, he had thought fortune had smiled upon him, that he had stumbled upon a celestial artifact akin to the ancient bronze mirror.
"Shuang'er, give that spirit stone to me. Later, I'll go meet with your uncle," said Yun Yunshan from the side.
"Oh," Yun Yanshuang responded obediently, handing the stone to her father and watching as he stepped out the door.
"What's Father planning to do with that stone and Uncle?" Yun Yanshui asked curiously.