The bedroom door was tightly closed.
Zhao Douan sat by the round table, feeling and observing the creamy white, jade-like leaf in his hand.
Just as seen "in the dream," the leaf was not large, with clearly discernible veins.
Only upon closer inspection did he realize that it wasn't purely white but "transparent," and within the jade-like leaf, dense white luminescent sap flowed slowly, like cloud fluff.
"Ding!"
Zhao Douan flicked the leaf with his finger, and it emitted a crisp, pleasant sound, accompanied by a ripple of light on its surface, extremely mystical.
"Master Gu Huo said this thing can block a slash from the Divine Soul... How did he incorporate it into his body at that time?"
Zhao Douan murmured.
In his mind, he again recalled the memory from the ruined temple in the desolate mountain that housed the treasure trove.
