After reading the jade slip, Wei Tu did not hesitate. He opened the only remaining yellowed scroll inside the jade box.
Soon, as the scroll unfurled, a young cultivator with an eagle perched on his shoulder and talismans in hand slowly appeared before him.
"Is that me?" Wei Tu sighed inwardly as he studied the portrait Su Bing'er had personally painted and left for him.
A thousand years had passed, yet his appearance was no different from what it had been a millennium ago. The only difference was that the people and things around him had changed generation after generation.
This was also the sorrow of those who pursued longevity—or cultivators from Cold Gates. They could only watch as familiar old friends withered away one by one, powerless to change anything.
However, this nostalgia for the past remained on Wei Tu's face for only half a breath before it faded away.
The trials of a thousand years had long tempered his Dao heart until it was firm as iron. Su Bing'er's "passing" would naturally stir ripples in his heart, but he would not allow such emotions to affect his present too deeply.
However, just as he prepared to roll up the yellowed scroll and return it to the jade box—
Suddenly, with his formidable perception, he seemed to sense something within the sandalwood-decorated scroll end.
"A spirit insect corpse?" Golden light flashed in Wei Tu's eyes. In an instant, he saw a strange spirit insect hidden inside the scroll end, about an inch long, covered in red fuzz and shaped like a butterfly.
"Redfeather Ghost Insect?"
Wei Tu raised his brows slightly. He had once visited the Crimsonbright Sea and still remembered this local specialty.
What he did not understand was why Su Bing'er had hidden this Redfeather Ghost Insect