"Mingtian, what are you doing?"
A voice sounded, Ye Jianguo appeared behind him at some point.
"Ah? Grandpa!"
Ye Mingtian immediately stood up, looking at Ye Jianguo in surprise.
Ye Jianguo glanced at him and questioned, "Didn't I say not to open the silk pouch? Why did you open it?"
"Grandpa, I..."
Ye Mingtian was at a loss for words.
"Alright, put the silk pouch away. Don't open it in the future!"
Ye Jianguo left after leaving a remark.
Looking at the silk pouch, Ye Mingtian's hands trembled.
He really wanted to open it and see, but seemingly enveloped by a magical power, the silk pouch could not be approached.
After being stunned for a long time, Ye Mingtian felt as if his courage was completely drained, unable to muster the nerve to open the silk pouch.
...
In a manor somewhere in Capital City.
"Something seems off!"
Ye Chenfeng always felt something was wrong, but everything could be logically explained with no abnormalities felt.
