Bai Mo took the package wrapped in black cloth and unfurled it, revealing a wooden case.
The wooden case was carved into the rough shape of a fish. It was cool to the touch.
He stroked the wood grain; it wasn't rough, but quite smooth.
"This is..."
Bai Mo was a little puzzled. The quality of the wooden case was excellent, and he could tell at a glance that it was an object that had been steeped in the fragrance of incense offerings for many years.
But as for its specific purpose, Bai Mo couldn't figure it out.
Just as he was about to speak, the case shifted in his hand. Bai Mo suddenly caught sight of markings on it, looking like they were drawn with thick, heavy ink.
Looking closely, he saw they were characters with complex strokes. Bai Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind suddenly jolted.
"Hey! Junior Brother, don't look!"
A powerful warning flared in his mind. Bai Mo snapped his head up, his world feeling like it was shaking, and he couldn't help but stagger back.
