Li Ping'an held the dao coin-shaped jade talisman in his hand, carefully sensing it, only to feel an abstruse and indistinct Dao charm upon it.
He pondered briefly, then glanced eastward again.
Such a disturbance, was it related to the ancient battlefield near the coast of the East Sea? That place was at least ten thousand miles away from here.
Isn't this jade talisman a token of the sect?
Why all of a sudden did it exhibit such strangeness?
Following the principle that caution never led to regret, Li Ping'an wrapped the jade talisman with mana and returned to the room. He drew a faint talisman in the air with the tip of his finger and flicked it with a bent finger.
Two water arrows shot out and directly woke up Minister Weiyen and Master Chen.
Minister Weiyen muttered groggily, "Gongmin Chen, is your house leaking? This is too shabby…"
"How could it possibly be leaking... This poor Daoist has three-hundred-year-old blue tiles, they are about to gain sentience..."
