"Believe it or not, I've already told you. If you really don't believe me, smash it. That's the only thing your mother left in this house. If you smash it and regret it afterwards, don't blame me for not telling you."
Old master Qu covered his chest and coughed as he tried to control himself.
"Okay, you said that this belongs to my mother. Then, let me ask you what evidence you have. What evidence do you have to prove that this belongs to my mother?"
Qu Xiujie's eyes were vicious as he thought that the object could belong to his mother.
"Everything your mother owned has a pentagram carved under it. See if there's a pentagram under this tiger. If there is, then you can decide if you want to smash it."
Qu Xiujie flipped the crystal tiger over skeptically and looked at the acronym of his mother's name under the tiger's claws. Indeed, it was like a shocking thunderbolt that made Qu Xiujie stand rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do next.
