The night grew deeper, and the watchman in the back alley of the inn struck the third watch. Ye Fan sat on the edge of the bed, the warmth of the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist seeping through his clothes into his skin, feeling like a piece of beeswax softened by body heat. He lowered his gaze to the landscape patterns flowing across the surface of the jade pendant, and the Old Sorcerer's parting words—"Do not easily reveal the secret of the Mountain and River Seal"—still buzzed in his ears.
"Let's try it." He muttered softly, pressing his fingertips against the faint, shimmering pattern at the center of the pendant. In his past life as a peak Dao-Seeking Realm expert, his perception of magical treasures was ten times sharper than that of ordinary martial artists, and now he actually managed to touch a depression hidden beneath the pattern—an extremely tiny starlight-shaped carving, as if picked out by a needle tip.
As he circulated the incantation taught by the Old Sorcerer, the wild chrysanthemums in his Inner World suddenly trembled gently. These ordinary plants that he had planted with his own hands now cast a faint golden glow on every petal, and even the shallow pond of less than ten feet in his Inner World began to ripple.
Chapter 118