Listening to Ling Zhiyu's response, Gu Zhiqi furrowed her brows even more tightly.
Reaching out to Ling Zhiyu, she said, "Let me see the jade pendant."
As soon as Ling Zhiyu heard this, she immediately took off the jade pendant and handed it to Gu Zhiqi.
As soon as the jade pendant fell into Gu Zhiqi's hand, she felt a trace of cold aura penetrate her hand.
She mobilized her Mystic Qi to envelop the cold aura and then devoured it bit by bit.
"Have you always worn this jade pendant?" Gu Zhiqi asked, holding the pendant and looking at Ling Zhiyu.
Ling Zhiyu replied, "I've always worn it close to my body, except when bathing."
Gu Zhiqi continued to ask, "Has it ever fallen into someone else's hands?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Zhiyu lowered her eyes in thought for a long time, then shook her head at Gu Zhiqi, "No."
Gu Zhiqi asked, "Have you met a Mystic Master?"
