As he spoke, Qin Nan casually glanced at the Pot Ladle Yi Feng had given him, preparing to put it away properly.
Yet that single glance—
Made him freeze where he stood.
His pupils dilated, his eyes widened, disbelief plastered across his face as his entire body trembled violently.
"Th-this... this is..."
His gaze locked firmly onto the Pot Ladle before him, and his words had already become incoherent.
Because the feeling this Pot Ladle gave him was far too familiar—so familiar that he could dream of it.
It was precisely the large spoon that Qin Lan, the Qin Lineage's ancestor, had taken out when he summoned Qin Nan last time.
Back then, one glance had been enough for the large spoon's appearance and the profound aura it emitted to become deeply imprinted in his mind.
Although this Pot Ladle looked somewhat different from that large spoon, the feeling it gave him was exactly the same as when Qin Lan had taken out the spoon that day.
Long swords trembled and rang.
All things submitted.
"This was given to me by Brother Yi. How could Brother Yi possess such a Pot Ladle?"
"You must know, the large spoon the ancestor took out was crafted by that mysterious Senior Xie. Could Brother Yi be connected to that senior as well?"
The shocked Qin Nan could not puzzle it out no matter how hard he thought.
But in the next moment—
A possibility surfaced in his mind. His entire body stiffened, and his eyes widened like a bull's.
"Brother Yi, could Brother Yi possibly be... the one the ancestor spoke of?!"
At that thought, Qin Nan staggered backward in shock again and again, only stopping when he braced a hand against the ship's cabin behind him.
At that moment, his mind had