"Ahem..."
At that moment, Xu Fengsheng, the Literary Ancestor of the Xu Xing Aristocratic Clan, coughed softly and slowly drew a branch from inside his clothes. It was about a foot long, with only a single, lonely leaf at its tip, a little over an inch long.
The leaf was exceptionally verdant, like a green leaf in spring, brimming with life.
Aside from that, there was nothing special about it. It neither radiated a powerful aura nor particularly drew the eye. It was ordinary.
But nothing so ordinary should have existed in Burial Saint Valley.
Even the stones and soil of Burial Saint Valley differed from those of the outside world.
Every Great Scholar fixed his gaze on the branch.
Tian Songshi stared at the branch and leaf for a long while before saying, "Strange. This is clearly no different from the branches and leaves on trees in spring or summer. On the Saint Origin Continent, even a Half-Sage might not notice it. Yet looking at it here in Burial Saint Valley, it feels extraordinarily odd."
"This thing is utterly ordinary, yet seems utterly extraordinary."
"Brother Xu, you didn't carry a branch from the Saint Origin Continent with you just to test our discernment, did you?"
Xu Fengsheng said helplessly, "We of the Agricultural School value practical matters. Why would an old man like me stir up trouble over nothing? When I first saw it, I paid it no mind either. Only after going some distance away did I suddenly realize that it was far too ordinary, completely out of place in Burial Saint Valley. So I went back and picked it up. Afterward, I tried every means at my disposal, yet could not leave a single mark on it. I suspect this divine object surpasses a Half-Sage Literary Treasure."