"Who goes there?"
Even Sun Xun, who had remained supremely confident all along, could not help but change expression slightly. Following the sound, he saw a little mouse scurrying swiftly across the ground, a brocade pouch strapped to its back.
"This is..." Meng Sanyi's gaze also fell upon it, his face showing surprise.
Then, beneath his puzzled gaze, the brocade pouch flew up and headed straight toward him. This sudden change naturally roused Meng Sanyi and Sun Xun's vigilance. Sun Xun called out a warning, while Meng Sanyi tried to dodge, but light suddenly bloomed from within the pouch and burst forth, directly enveloping both Meng Sanyi and Sun Xun.
At once, fragments of memories flashed through their minds one after another. The protagonist of those fragments was unmistakably their teacher, Qiu Yan. Though the scenes were disjointed, some even blurred beyond recognition, the two could still catch glimpses of Qiu Yan's experiences as he continually ventured deeper and explored.
"This pouch is connected to Teacher's past experiences?"
In but an instant, this thought surfaced in both their hearts. Then the pouch had already arrived before them. Meng Sanyi instinctively caught it, and when he came back to himself and looked for the mouse again, it had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a single sentence—
"Give this item to Qiu Yan. He will naturally know how to deal with it."
The words lingered in their ears, then vanished without a trace.
"What mystery does this pouch contain? Could it simply be a trap?" Meng Sanyi lowered his head to look at the item in his hand, unable to make up his mind. "What we sensed just now of Teacher's experiences did not seem fabricated, because the temperament and conduct within were consistent with what Teacher has always advocated,