"Palace? Laboratory? Fake Spiritual Slave? And the stone sculpture of your face during that period?"
In the quiet container room, Wu Man, Red Snake, Amina, Gao Huating, and Zheng Shiduo listened to Wang Jixuan's story, each lost in thought.
Xiao Huating was actually just pretending to be thoughtful; she didn't understand any of this.
Zheng Shiduo asked, "Wang, did you notice any other details? For example, does your stone sculpture... have reproductive organs?"
"Yes," Wang Jixuan didn't dodge the question, "but this part isn't replicated."
Zheng Shiduo asked seriously, "Then let me ask this, does the stone sculpture have any use for such tools?"
"It likely does not."
With the presence of young girls, Wang Jixuan offered a tactful answer:
"It's in the form of a worm, not a dragon."
"Then it's purely a work of art."
Zheng Shiduo touched his chin and lightly clicked his tongue:
