"Fellow Daoist Fan, hurry and put the silk pouch into your storage bag. Don't let that radiance alarm the ice bugs!" Li Xiaowen urged, his brows knitting slightly.
"Yes, this poor Daoist was careless!" Fan Daomao was startled as well. He hurriedly put the silk pouch into his storage bag, but the pouch was exceedingly strange. The moment it entered the storage bag and lost Nancai Ping's chilly spiritual energy, its glow immediately dimmed, reverting to its former unopened state!
"This won't do, Fellow Daoist Li. The moment the silk pouch enters the storage bag, it loses its glow." Fan Daomao gave a bitter smile and took the dimmed silk pouch back out. As soon as it was exposed, it immediately gathered the surrounding spiritual energy again!
"How strange!" Li Xiaowen's brow furrowed even more deeply than before. "Since when did Tianqi possess such wondrous artifact-crafting arts? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Qing had this silk pouch specially commissioned from the Seven Wonders Sect?"
Li Xiaowen did not know, and the others knew even less. Xiao Hua, however, watched the silk pouch with great interest and could not help thinking of the rogue cultivator named Fu He, as well as the Daoist robes and other items Fu He had refined.
In Fan Daomao's hand, the silk pouch's radiance grew ever brighter, gradually reaching the size of a fist, like a flower bud about to bloom. Sure enough, after another moment, the "bud" truly blossomed. When the bud formed from light fully opened, a familiar voice said softly, "Fellow Daoists, this journey is extremely important, so this poor Daoist had no choice but to act thus. Please forgive me. The next place you must go is Yulian Mountain. Fellow Daoists, be careful."
Xiao Hua recognized the voice at once. It