After ending his call with Yan Yi, Chen Chuan walked aside and picked up the box Chen Bitong had given him from the table, opening it for a look.
Inside lay a stone the size of a fist. Its surface appeared rough and uneven, seemingly unremarkable.
He reached out to touch it, only to find it was surprisingly fine and smooth, with a warm, gentle quality. After just a few moments of contact, his mind felt incredibly refreshed, as if a great weight had been lifted, leaving him feeling unburdened and ready for anything.
Mere contact brought significant benefits. He could tell this object truly had a powerful effect on strengthening the spirit; it would be immensely helpful to him.
But then he recalled what Teacher Xue had told him. Even if Chen Bitong's spirit was nearly perfect, it wasn't truly perfect. 'So, when he said he didn't need this... was it the truth, or was there some other reason?'
