He took out a Sumeru Bag and grabbed at the air. The Daoist scriptures on the bookshelf were all grabbed and placed inside. It seemed that there were no less than a thousand books. To the huge Hall of Ten Thousand Books, it was just a corner of the vast sea.
He smiled and handed over the Sumeru Bag. Patting his shoulder, he solemnly reminded him,""Only you and Zhang Ronghua know about this. Other than you, no one else can know! Do you remember?"
Ding Yi wasn't stupid. Although he didn't know what he was up to, judging from his actions, it was a matter of great importance. He solemnly put the Sumeru Pouch into his bosom and patted his chest with a serious expression."Please rest assured, Eunuch Wei! My Ding Family has been bathed in the Emperor's grace for generations. No matter how incompetent Ding Yi is, he knows the severity of this matter and will not leak a word!"
"Don't call me Eunuch Wei. I'm old friends with your grandfather."
"Grandpa Wei!"