Shi Ming waved his right hand.
His powerful Spiritual Power extended like threads. Three nautical miles away, a metal bottle rose from the waves. Manipulated by his Spiritual Power, it traced a gentle arc through the air and flew into his hand.
It was an ancient-looking bottle.
The wax smeared on its body was undamaged.
The tin seal at its mouth was also perfectly intact.
The proverb written in ancient Hebrew looked extremely old. It didn't seem like a recent creation, nor a relic from some bygone dynasty. To Shi Ming's eye, it looked to be at least a thousand years old, perhaps even older.
'It's not bait?'
'It's really sealed?'
'Is it like in *One Thousand and One Nights*? Will pulling the stopper release a demon that will loom over me and say, "Insignificant human, you have saved my life. As your reward, I shall grant you death"?'
Shi Ming was no fisherman.
And there were no demons in this world.
