Niu Dali curled his lips, dismissing Meng Zhao's words, but he did not dare keep spouting nonsense. After everything that had happened, his regard and awe for Meng Zhao had clearly risen to another level.
Before long, Yuan Bin had prepared the bamboo paper and ink needed to verify the Eclosion Worm. He placed them on a tray and carried them into the reception hall, though he did not dare touch the worm itself.
He was mainly afraid of making Meng Zhao feel slighted. Such a strange insect had been considered a treasure even in the Ancient and Medieval Eras. Now that it belonged to Meng Zhao, how could he dare act rashly?
Meng Zhao, however, was broad-minded. Perhaps because he felt everything was under his control, he trusted Yuan Bin greatly.
"Do whatever you need to do. I only want the result."
Yuan Bin nodded, carrying the tray to the table beside Meng Zhao. Driven by curiosity, Niu Dali also came over.
Yuan Bin first poured the thick ink from the inkstone over the snow-white bamboo paper. Only after the paper had thoroughly absorbed the ink, turning pitch-black and damp in texture, did he spread it over the table and guide the Eclosion Worm toward it.
Before long, the fat white worm arched its plump body and crawled onto the bamboo paper in fits and starts. The strange sight quickly drew the attention of Meng Zhao and the other two.
The bamboo paper had originally absorbed the ink and become completely black. Yet after the fat white worm wriggled over it, it seemed to secrete some strange liquid, causing the thick ink to dissipate—or rather, be absorbed. The entire sheet gradually returned to its snowy white color.
Yet something even stranger soon appeared: an image formed on the paper,