The Golden Silk White Jade taken from Bai Taipu's home was a box.
The key to the box was in his hands.
"The key is—the Eight Divine Hands!"
Zuo Yan's face was full of excitement.
She pushed the Golden Silk White Jade toward Chu Qing and said seriously, "Brother Qing, open it!"
Chu Qing looked at the Golden Silk White Jade, then at Zuo Yan.
"Are you sure?"
Zuo Yan... "Sure!"
Chu Qing took a deep breath. His hands flew through the air as he performed a set of Eight Divine Hands against the Golden Silk White Jade.
One second... Ten seconds...
Half a minute passed, yet there was no movement. Not the slightest movement.
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"Was I wrong?"
Zuo Yan looked utterly lost.
"But the hidden message in those patterns clearly said the Eight Divine Hands!"
A thought stirred in Chu Qing's heart. "You can read those patterns?"
Zuo Yan nodded. "I just learned!"
"This pattern script is an obscure kind of writing from before the Great Emperor Era!"
Chu Qing's heart stirred. "I'll try again!"
The Eight Divine Hands he had used just now were his improved version.
They were extremely powerful.
They had entered the ranks of secret transmissions recognized by Square Inch Land.
But he suddenly realized something.
If this box had been forged a very long time ago, and if it truly required the Eight Divine Hands...
Then what it needed must have been the earliest, most primitive version of the Eight Divine Hands.
So—
He performed the original Eight Divine Hands once.
The set of Eight Divine Hands ended.
Crack! Crack!
Faint sounds came from within the Golden Silk White Jade.
Chu Qing and Zuo Yan exchanged a look, excitement blazing in both their eyes.
Crack! The final