"It looks pretty good."
Having followed Mo Ling to the guestroom, Feng Yuan curiously surveyed it and found that besides everyday necessities, there wasn't much else within. Mo Ling, seeing Feng Yuan looking around, opened her mouth to speak,
"Don't worry, the lack of decorations is to avoid your suspicions. If you don't feel reassured, feel free to check for yourself."
Feng Yuan didn't hold back, clenching a pitch-black orb in his hand before slamming it into the ground forcefully. A dark light wrapped in a multitude of runes swept across the entire room. Suddenly, the paperweight on the desk was encircled by golden runes. Feng Yuan walked over, picked up the paperweight, and tossed it to Mo Ling, saying,
"Someone hid something in it and you didn't even notice."
"This..."
