"Is it that thing?" Xie Xuanmeng takes something out of his arms. It's a white jade. It's the one Xiao Qing gave to him when he left Fuyang. It's full of disordered textures. I can't see the rules. After all, it's from Xiao Qing. These days, Xie Xuan takes it out everyday and plays with it. I remember every grain on it very clearly.

Xie Xuan found that the above patterns were not immutable, but changed in the world. When Xie Xuan took them out every day, the above patterns seemed to have changed, but Xie Xuan couldn't find out the law of change. However, just after hearing the conversation...