Soon, Zhan Yun roughly guessed what was going on. Daoist Xing Yang had come all the way from Qi Lin City, and it was he who had brought the Wang Family here, so the stone carving must have been arranged by Daoist Xing Yang.
As for the details, Zhan Yun had no time to consider them.
Wang Dong and Zhan Yun were very close, and almost immediately after his voice fell, the stone carving appeared in front of Zhan Yun.
Zhan Yun quickly reached out, his fingertips touching the stone carving.
The next moment, in Zhan Yun's eyes, the pitch-black stone carving seemed to shed its age-old layer, revealing boundless splendor. At this time, Zhan Yun saw that the eyes of the stone carving seemed to open, with a faint smile on her face.
Then, the stone carving moved, the pregnant woman holding the stone bowl, splashing the contents towards Zhan Yun's hand, a bowl of cold water poured onto the back of Zhan Yun's hand.