Moreover, it wasn't a recent one. It looked to be at least more than a hundred years old.
People like Mo Boyuan who grew up in aristocratic families didn't know much about cultural relics, but with a glance, they could still distinguish most of the information.
The workmanship, craftsmanship, and the words and patterns on it could all explain its whereabouts.
Mo Boyuan was very sure of it at first glance.
Jiang Tingxu was in shock for ages before she finally came back to her senses.
"This... is true?" There was still a tone of disbelief in her voice.
Lu Yunhua didn't lie to her?
"Not necessarily. We'll see when we get back."
"Okay."
All of a sudden, Jiang Tingxu was a little anxious.
"Hurry up and get home," she urged.
Mo Boyuan laughed again. He stepped on the accelerator and the car gradually increased its speed.
