Six Papermen, under Qian Yi's control, rapidly floated over from the pond. They firmly held down their respective golden stone slabs, preventing even the slightest waft of what was inside—or even a hint of its aura—from leaking out. Then, they slowly dragged them to the shore.
Xing Chen's brows lifted slightly. He had seen very clearly: the Papermen Su Ping had summoned just now grasped nothing but a withered branch. There wasn't even the tiniest bit of escaping Energy; evidently, no Energy was contained within. It was just an ordinary piece of deadwood. Is such an item really worth such serious precaution? Xing Chen didn't understand. However, this young ancestor's thought processes were clearly different from those of a normal person. All he could do was watch patiently and see what Su Ping was up to.
