C277 Returning to Confucianism

"What is that?"

Seeing Zhou Yang grab the light in his hand, Ling Xi quickly walked over and asked.

Zhou Yang opened his palm and found that it was a white jade.

But at this moment, the white jade trembled in Zhou Yang's hand, as if it wanted to break free from his control. But how could he break free? He could only lie down obediently.

"There are words on it."

At this moment