"My goodness..." Su Yuqing's eyes widened. "If we moved all this out, how much would it be worth?"
Qin Yue lightly patted her arm. "Don't always think about money. These are cultural relics; we can't just mess with them."
Mu Feng ignored their conversation, his gaze drawn to a small statue at the base of the pagoda. It was a solid gold Buddha with its hands pressed together in prayer, cradling a pitch-black bead in its palms.
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