The white light struggled back and forth, twisting left and right. Every movement sent stabbing pain through Shen Le's fingers and palm, as though he were gripping a hedgehog barehanded—though only he could manage it. If it were an ordinary person, their palm would probably have been pierced straight through, riddled with hundreds of holes large and small. Even Shen Le could not ignore the pain:
Rather than being alarmed, Shen Le was delighted. Struggling was good. Great strength was good! It meant this was a treasure! If he could subdue it, it would be his—wait, there were people from the Special Affairs Bureau nearby? Never mind. Catch it first!
He took a deep breath and circulated the heat within his body. The Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword's Five Elements power surged into motion, gathering metal-element power according to the sword technique he had practiced before.
A faint layer of white light covered his palm as he clenched inward. The white light shot upward, then downward, curled into a ball, then suddenly burst apart. After struggling back and forth through who knew how many rounds, it finally gradually settled down.
Before Shen Le could focus his eyes and inspect it, a professor came rushing over in a panic, raising a camera.
"Hold it steady! Hold it steady, hold it steady! Move your hand aside a little! Turn it toward the sun—good! Thank you! Flip it over again!"
While the professor babbled on, Shen Le had already seen clearly what was struggling in his hand: a tiger tally—strictly speaking, half of a tiger tally.
Its legs were bent, its head raised and mouth open, its long tail curled slightly behind it as though it might leap forward at any moment. The gemstones set in its tiger eyes gleamed like