"I thought all beads were hard and rigid," she mused, "but I hadn't expected this."
She felt that the Seven-Aperture Bead was, how should she put it, like a water balloon filled with liquid, soft and squishy. If placed in the palm of a hand, it would flatten.
"Rinse it in water."
Sui Zimo glanced at the cat with a dog-like appearance, whose wound had been stitched up, before he picked up the plate holding the Seven-Aperture Bead and tipped it directly into a basin of water beside him.
Blood immediately stained the water red.
However, while the water turned red, when Sui Zimo lifted the Seven-Aperture Bead out again, he found that its color had changed. It was no longer a vivid red, but had turned pink.
"Should we... rinse it again?"
Lin Caisang raised her eyebrows and pointed with one hand at the Seven-Aperture Bead Sui Zimo was holding, asking.
"We'll talk about it later."
Without giving it much thought, Sui Zimo handed the Seven-Aperture Bead over to her.
