Li Pingyi stopped talking and wore his half-mocking, half-smiling expression again.
Yousu Yu's expression was unreadable. His fingers clenched and relaxed repeatedly inside his sleeves. After a long moment, as if finally making up his mind, he flipped his palm over, and a crystal the size of a pigeon's egg appeared before everyone's eyes.
The crystal was semi-transparent, with a purplish-black gelatinous substance suspended inside like a frozen starry night, and frost-like patterns crystallized on the surface. When touched with a fingertip, one could simultaneously feel a bizarre, intertwining temperature of extreme cold and scorching heat.
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