"Quiet down! Don't let everything here collapse!"
"Deputy Sect Master, this should be their Hall of Cultivation. I see many things similar to our jade slips, and there's something here that can still be used!"
Tang Ji carefully stepped over the threshold of this hall, which was obviously much grander than the other houses, while cautiously holding something that looked neither gold nor jade, resembling a bamboo slip, and handed it to Wang Ba.
Wang Ba took it gently, feeling warm and smooth like precious jade, and curiously sent his spiritual sense into it.
Immediately, a stream of intermittent text surged towards him.
These characters were completely unfamiliar to him, but fortunately, the bamboo slip worked similarly to a jade slip, directly infusing the true intent into one's soul, so there was no need to recognize the characters to easily grasp their meaning.
