The book was not large, emanating an obscure, difficult-to-see golden gleam, as if it were a ceramic glaze that had settled over countless years, quietly suspended in the hands of the rugged young man.
"It's that simple..."
Upon hearing this, the two Golden Burial Officers instinctively exchanged a glance, their expressions revealing a touch of surprise.
They had originally thought that they would have to exert more effort, but never expected that simply leaving a trace of their own aura would suffice. It was many times simpler than what they had imagined.
Naturally, Sanzang and Shenming didn't utter another word, hastily emitting a wisp of their own aura and injecting it into the document.
As both of their auras entered into the book, two spirals of energy separated from it, wrapping around Sanzang's and Shenming's wrists.
A faint coolness approached, and the two spirals of energy vanished in the blink of an eye.
"What does this mean?"