Shen Ruoxi gently took the small iron ball in her hand; the explosive power was not great, so the small iron ball was not significantly deformed.
Curiously intrigued, she leaned it close to her nose for a light sniff to discern its composition, and her expression subtly shifted.
Jun Moling and Ning Zhen both noticed the change in her demeanor and were momentarily stunned.
Jun Moling softly asked, "Madame, what exactly is this?"
Shen Ruoxi pursed her lips, her expression slightly solemn as she said, "Husband, I think we should send someone to invite Master over; perhaps only he might know."
In truth, she had a vague idea already but could not voice it openly in the presence of others.
This seemingly insignificant item was indeed of great concern.
It was no wonder that Ning Zhen's father had been pursued and nearly killed for it.
If her suspicions were correct, her heart couldn't help but tighten slightly, even breaking out in a cold sweat.
