Zhan Yun reached out his hand to touch the stone sculpture.
As soon as Zhan Yun's hand touched the sculpture, he suddenly felt as if the originally pitch-black artifact shed its ancient hues. In an instant, it unveiled boundless elegance, seemingly lit from within by a strong source of light that made the sculpture appear marvelously colorful.
At this moment, Zhan Yun saw the eyes of the stone sculpture as if they had opened, gazing at him with a faint smile on its face!
Zhan Yun felt his scalp tingle with apprehension. What was this thing? It was just an ordinary stone sculpture; why would such a bizarre change occur all of a sudden?
Zhan Yun tried to withdraw his hand forcefully, wanting to step away from the sculpture, but to his horror, he discovered his hand seemed to be stuck to it as if glued, unable to pull back.
Then, Zhan Yun saw the sculpture move; the pregnant woman holding the stone bowl poured its contents over his hand.
