C1808 One Thousand Eight Hundred and Forty-three

After hearing Faang Cheng's words, old Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a very defeated expression. He seemed to be a little exhausted, and he held onto the stone wall beside him and took a few deep breaths.

"I... I lied! These pendants were indeed not carved by me!"

He finally admitted it.

"I'm already old