"Purple Mansion?" Tang Yuan stared at Ye Fan in astonishment. "Old Ye, have you ever heard of this term? Is it some great figure's inherited residence? Or a force from some era?"
Ye Fan shook his head. He had never heard even the slightest mention of the term "Purple Mansion."
After a moment's thought, his cold eyes fixed on the disciple again. "When you transported it here, did anyone investigate the Iron Scroll's origins?"
The disciple hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes. Not long after Elder Xin died, Senior Brother Wei Wuhen and the others examined it one by one. But they found this thing extremely sinister. No matter whose spiritual energy entered it, it would vanish without a trace in an instant. Other than a pitch-black space, nothing at all could be explored."
"Precisely because they discovered that it had the property of dispersing spiritual energy, Senior Brother Wei Wuhen and the others feared that transporting it back through the Teleportation Array might affect the array's operation and expose such a treasure. So they chose to escort it on foot."
Ye Fan frowned. "That's all? Nothing else? Didn't that Elder Xin leave behind any other items or information?"
The disciple said in utter panic, "Elder Xin truly only spoke the two words 'Purple Mansion.' There was nothing else. I am willing to swear upon my life that there is not half a lie in my words."
As he spoke, he actually formed a soul oath.
Ye Fan watched coldly. He had not intended to press the matter further to begin with. Seeing that the man knew his place, he waved a hand and let him go.
Tang Yuan did not pay much attention to it either. Once the disciple had left, he looked at the Iron Scroll on the table and