On the mountain.
In a guestroom of the West Queen Mother Temple.
Wu Xiaode and the black cat sat on the bed, together looking at the white jade floating in front of them.
"Is this your world?" the black cat asked.
"Yeah, an enemy insisted on giving it to me," Wu Xiaode shrugged.
"It's too weak, and... it could shatter at any moment. No wonder you got stuffed into a coffin and nearly cremated," the black cat sighed.
"If it really were something valuable, that enemy probably wouldn't have given it to me," said Wu Xiaode.
The black cat glanced at him but shook its head, "You're wrong."
"Wrong? Where am I wrong?"
"Although this piece of jade looks like it could shatter at any time, it's an incredibly rare thing."
"Why?"
"Because in all the worlds, treasures that can directly transform beings into world-class life forms are few and far between, even I have only seen one before," the black cat said earnestly.
Wu Xiaode's gaze fell back on the piece of white jade.
