Yue Jiaojiao's heart was also filled with doubt.
The two of them went to find the manager without any delay.
"This... I can't tell how old it is." The manager took the pendant in his hand and turned it over and over to check it. He touched it and checked different angles. "It should be a few years old. This piece of jade was taken care of very well. It must have been worn by someone, or held in the hand all day."
"The touch of a nourished jade is different from that of a raw jade. I roughly feel it."
"Have you noticed anything special about this pendant?"
"Special?" The innkeeper looked at it again in disbelief. "There's nothing special about it."
"Have you ever heard of a jade master who was able to engrave words on pendants? It's so fine that the words that pass through the pendant only float through the sun."
