"Is that so..." Yan Daoxin stopped in his tracks, lowered his head to look at the handkerchief clutched in his hand, with a slightly troubled expression. He had originally planned to take that thing back for further study, but now hearing Zhu Yu's words, he realized the potential danger, and scratched his head, "It really isn't easy to hide this thing.
Chang'e Drunk turns gray-black like ink after being exposed to the sun, water can't dissolve it, and it carries its own special scent... It looks like I'll have to throw it into the outhouse!
But... It's such a shame to turn something like this into ashes..."
"There will be opportunities again," Lu Qing said to him.
Yan Daoxin glanced at him, slightly raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and nodded, patting his chest painfully: "Alright, got it, I'll just head to the outhouse!"
