บท 1098: Guest

Du Xie's voice, which was filled with the vicissitudes of life, reverberated in the small room. Du Lingxuan's eyes did not blink as he stared at the old man with curiosity.

When the voice reverberated, the world fell silent. Only the seemingly unremarkable action was left.

The old man raised his right hand, and his old and withered fingers grabbed at the air. In the blink of an eye, the turtle shells that were covered with runes were squeezed in his palm.

Following that, the lights emitted by the runes on the turtle shells faded, and a faint yellow light appeared. It was slightly dilapidated as if it could crumble at any moment, but there was also a mysterious and indescribable transcendence intent that reverberated in the air.

"Pry!" As the old man spoke, the 6 turtle shells began to shake violently as if they were supported by a mysterious force. They quietly hung in the air, emitting a faint yellow light.