A silvery laugh escaped her red lips as Cao Huifang took a silk handkerchief from the hidden pocket of her cheongsam. "You certainly know how to joke, Mr. Zhao. To be honest, when this cauldron appeared in the world, it came with half a volume of an alchemy manual."
Before her voice had even faded, a look of grief and regret suddenly flashed in her eyes. "It's a pity that the person who retrieved the manual back then was clumsy; the moment they touched it, it shattered into pieces. Now only half a volume remains."
Zhang Ming raised a dark eyebrow. "Your Cao Family is a golden brand in the grave-robbing world. How could you make such a beginner's mistake?" His fingertips brushed against the cloud-and-thunder patterns on the body of the cauldron. "An object from a millennium-old tomb leaves traces even when the wind blows past it, let alone when touched by human hands."
Chapter 86