The moustached vendor frowned and thought for a while. Then his eyes suddenly widened and he took off his black jacket.
"It should be this thing!" As he spoke, he actually tore his jacket apart from the middle, revealing a small cloth bag inside.
I took a look and found that the cloth bag was no more than two or three centimeters thick. It was a square as long as a palm. It looked like the moustache was sewn in the clothes from the early years ago.
"It was given to me by an old Taoist priest. At that time, he was in a hurry and left after giving the things to me, so I didn't have time to ask." The bearded man said and took out the things in the cloth bag.
It was a small piece of porcelain, which looked normal and seemed to be broken from a porcelain.
"This is it?" Huang Daxian looked
