While Huanhuan and Little Brat were searching the sea for the heart, Xing Chen found Sang Ye.
Sang Ye bowed slightly. "Father."
Xing Chen's gaze was like an ice blade as it traveled over his skin. It was slow and sharp, mixed with a chill.
"Where's the pendant she gave you?"
Sang Ye did not understand why he was asking this, but he still took out the fluorite pendant from the hide pouch he carried with him. "Is this what you're talking about?"
Xing Chen extended his right hand. "Give it to me."
Sang Ye placed the pendant in his palm.
Xing Chen brought the pendant in front of him and took a closer look. It was indeed identical to his fluorite pendant.
There was no need for two identical pendants in this world.
The gift Huanhuan gave him had to be unique.
Xing Chen closed his fingers. With a crisp crack, the fluorite pendant was crushed.
When he opened his hand, there was only a pinch of powder left in his palm.