A stone.
Wa Huang held in her hand, surprisingly, a stone.
This stone, unremarkable, showed no energy fluctuations, revealing no hints.
If one must say, what distinguished this stone from ordinary stones.
Its only difference was in its color.
This stone was composed of five colors: gold, blue, black, red, and yellow.
Moreover, each color occupied the exact same area.
The fat old man had lived since the Returning Ruins Era, but despite his knowledge, he couldn't identify the origin of this stone.
"Wa Huang, what is this stone?" the fat old man asked Wa Huang.
"Hmph!" Wa Huang, crushed beneath a pile of people, defiantly said, "Want to know? Dream on!"
"I won't tell you, not even in death."
Wa Huang refuses to speak?
However, for the fat old man, this isn't a big deal.
Whether Wa Huang spoke or not was actually unimportant.
Since Wa Huang could use this stone to strike them, then the fat old man could equally use this thing to strike Wa Huang.
