Su Qiu was shocked and stood there for a long time with a sentence stuck in his throat, "Then, that is my family heirloom, give it back to me..."
Yan Ling held the ten-thousand-year-old mermaid pearl in his hand, which finally returned to him after a thousand years, and showed a sarcastic smile, "Yours?"
He held the pearl in the palm of his hand, and slowly closed it. When he opened it again, the pearl had disappeared like in a magic show.
"A family heirloom? Huh. Your ancestors destroyed my race, took away my family's most precious treasure, and then their descendants hung it around their necks in a grand manner, and now you actually tell me that this is your family heirloom?"
Su Qiu was stunned and half-understood, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?"
Yan Ling, who had already put the mermaid pearl into his sac, sneered. Without Han Xing's obstruction, he approached Su Qiu in one step. The light on his fingertips flickered, "Of course, it's to avenge my race."
"Merman!"
