The old Taoist made a bow to Chen Ming and said, "I am grateful to the little friend for helping me escape this great disaster. Who would have thought that the personal artifact of the ancient Emperor Fuxi would fall into your hands."
The artifact of the ancient Emperor Fuxi?
Chen Ming instinctively reached for the turtle shell hanging on his chest. It was only when he touched it that he realized this turtle shell had accompanied him to this strange space.
Could this be a physical traversal?
However, none of the other items on him were present.
He suppressed his doubts and said, "This is also the fate of the senior, and I dare not take credit."
The old Taoist laughed and said, "Regardless, I must owe this favor to the little friend. Since that turtle shell is with you, you must be someone with great fortune. Let me share the secret of this turtle shell with you."
