Tan dijun looked at him coldly and snorted,"The entire sect has this kind of thing. Back then, someone spied on the treasure and created a large number of fake maps. I'm afraid even Zhang linghua can't tell the difference."
"Yes, yes!"
"However, there's a high possibility that this map is real," ping Yingyi agreed. Otherwise, the Big Dipper sect would have been exterminated by the Thunder wind Chamber of Commerce hundreds of years ago. They must have dug out the treasure."
Tan dijun fell into silence. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then he murmured,"Several hundred years ago, my master was only a disciple of the sect. I've heard of this secret before, it's very unreliable." He took the leather from ping Yingyi's hands and touched it with his thumb. His expression immediately changed, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes.
