Qu Yi, without a second thought, opened her hand, and the leather scroll that Ding Huan was extremely familiar with appeared in her palm:
"I came across this by chance. It's this leather scroll. Everything I cultivate, all the cultivation techniques, divine skills, methods, they all come from this leather scroll."
Ding Huan stared blankly at the leather scroll in Qu Yi's hand, his mind somewhat blank.
"Brother Ding, is there something wrong with it?" Qu Yi noticed Ding Huan's dazed expression and felt a bit panicked inside.
Ding Huan took a deep breath and then slowly said:
"Yi Yi, listen to me, there's something wrong with this leather scroll. It has an owner and its own consciousness. It's just waiting for a day when it will devour your thoughts and consciousness, completely replacing you..."
As he spoke, Ding Huan suddenly felt that something wasn't quite right.
Qu Yi's eyes lit up immediately when she heard Ding Huan call her Yi Yi again.
