Su Qiu was shocked and stood there for a long time with a sentence stuck in his throat, "Then, that is my family heirloom, give it back to me..."
Yan Ling held the ten-thousand-year-old mermaid pearl in his hand, which finally returned to him after a thousand years, and showed a sarcastic smile, "Yours?"
He held the pearl in the palm of his hand, and slowly closed it. When he opened it again, the pearl had disappeared like in a magic show.
"A family heirloom? Huh. Your ancestors destroyed my race, took away my family's most precious treasure, and then their descendants hung it around their necks in a grand manner, and now you actually tell me that this is your family heirloom?"
Su Qiu was stunned and half-understood, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?"
