The artesian who was responsible for brushing it up had done a good job of making it look like it was some kind of fancy modern wind chime but he couldn't hide the strong scent of blood that was lingering on the bones that were used to craft this windchime and with her senses, it wasn't difficult for Song Yan to properly examine the situation. Two centuries-old huh, this was going to be a problem, she just recovered her Yang energy last night and that too after meditating for so long, but now it looks like she will have to spend another great deal of her time to recover her energy.
Sometimes, Song Yan wished that she didn't have to spend her time as a ghost, if she didn't live as a ghost her Yin energy wouldn't have been so out of control but then again if she didn't spend half a century learning the skills from the Gu family masters, then she wouldn't be able to take care of Song Lan and her capricious ways.
