...Great, another landscape painting—so I was supposed to use this to find an address?
Shen Le held the immortal jade with a grave expression, carefully extending a thread of spiritual power to touch the streak of golden light that writhed incessantly within it.
The instant he touched it, a sharp pain exploded in his brain, as though the finger he had extended had been severed by a long blade and chopped hundreds, thousands of times in an instant.
Shen Le sucked in a breath, his face immediately turning pale. He withdrew his spiritual power and closed his eyes to recover. Beside him, Qing Li watched him with unwavering concern and promptly shoved a small bottle into his hand.
"Rest first, all right? Stop looking at it. Focus on recovering. Be careful not to leave yourself with lasting injuries!"
Shen Le drained the bottle in one gulp. The cool, nourishing jade liquid flowed into his mouth and instantly transformed into vapor, rising to soothe his sea of consciousness and replenish what he had expended.
After a long while, he let out a deep breath.
"What exactly is the source of this golden light? It's vicious!"
He had exhausted every possible effort—spells, Formations, all kinds of tests—and had even asked the Dragon Lord to act personally. Only then had he managed to draw out this thread of golden light from the edge of the fissure and store it within the immortal jade.
Yet this single thread of golden light was already utterly beyond his control. The slightest touch left him with splitting pain...
"I don't know." Qing Li's expression was just as grave. He took the immortal jade, cautiously touched it once, and immediately pulled his hand back. Then he touched it again, only to withdraw once more.
Shen Le noticed that