Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Grief, Longing, Reluctance

After all, he had worked at the Nanyan Commerce for a while, so he had some understanding of antiques and knew that the hand chain was quite valuable. More importantly, the Aolai Divine Beast valued this hand chain so much, hiding it with the Beast Soul Relics and placing a seal outside to guard it, there might just be an earth-shattering secret hidden within. Seeing Jiang Yuzhe being so careless, Zirong truly felt like strangling him.

”Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? Luckily, I didn’t break it,” Jiang Yuzhe realized, and like handling a hot potato, he tossed it back with a smack.

Everyone was exasperated, their eyes rolling skyward.

Luckily, even though it landed heavily on the stone cave, the hand chain did not fall apart.

”Huh!” Han Yan exclaimed softly.

The hand chain was already covered with scars, in many places holding on by a thread, and after being corroded by countless years, it was rusted and battered. Just as Zirong had said, it should have fallen apart at a touch, yet Jiang Yuzhe’s toss didn’t damage it at all.

Curious, Han Yan picked up the hand chain, applying a little force, but it still showed no sign of breaking. Han Yan tried applying more force, and it remained the same.

Greatly surprised, Han Yan increased the pressure several times more, but the hand chain remained unaffected.

Seeing Han Yan’s actions, everyone else was equally astonished, and even Zirong was speechless watching Han Yan.

Han Yan gradually increased his strength, starting from Swordsman First Rank, progressing to Great Swordsman, then to Sword Master, Second-level Sword Master, and finally to Third Stage Sword Master...

Han Yan almost exerted his Qi to the limit, yet the hand chain still showed no change.

It was only then that Han Yan realized that although the hand chain appeared rusty and covered in scars, holding on by a thread in many places, it was incredibly solid. Her current cultivation level was far from enough to break it, and even a Sword Saint could not tear it apart.

Han Yan couldn’t even imagine how indestructible the hand chain must have been when it was in perfect condition.

Although the purpose of the hand chain was still unclear, Han Yan was sure of one thing: whether in material or craftsmanship, the hand chain was nothing ordinary, and its value definitely surpassed those Beast Soul Relics.

”How is this possible?” Seeing Han Yan exert all her strength, yet the hand chain that seemed about to fall apart remained utterly unscathed, Jiang Yuzhe was so astonished that he almost dropped his jaw again, saying with shock.

”If my guess is correct, this hand chain should also be something belonging to the Aolai Divine Beast’s owner,” Zirong speculated.

”No way, wouldn’t it be weird for a man to wear a hand chain like this?” Jiang Yuzhe disagreed.

”Who told you the Aolai Divine Beast’s owner must be a man? Why couldn’t it be a woman?” Zirong glanced at Jiang Yuzhe with disdain and said.

”That’s true, but it might also be a token of love given by his beloved,” Jiang Yuzhe nodded, letting his imagination run wild.

”Hmm, you guessed right this time; makes some sense,” Zirong nodded with satisfaction, looking as if impressed by a teachable child.

Jiang Yuzhe looked at Zirong, finally receiving a rare compliment but finding it somehow uncomfortable.

Watching these two bicker, Han Yan felt helpless, amused at the thought of a token of love gifted by a beloved.

Ignoring them, Han Yan casually put the hand chain on her wrist.

Instantly, an unprecedented feeling of familiarity and closeness surged in her heart. Immediately after, as if something hidden in her heart was triggered, feelings of sorrow, attachment, reluctance, and heart-wrenching pain almost suffocated Han Yan in that moment.

What kind of feeling was this? It was like standing alone by the Forget River, witnessing the vicissitudes of the world, joys, and sorrows, as if waiting persistently for someone, yet that person never appeared. The vicissitudes of the sea, heaven, and hell, endless sorrow, eternal waiting...