The Yellow Gourd was about a palm's length, a uniform dark yellow, small and exquisite, with no carvings whatsoever. Holding it gave one the illusion of profound simplicity.
Inside the Gourd, there seemed to be a world of its own.
Starting from the Gourd's mouth, one's Divine Sense could extend downward for several hundred zhang. Floating within this space were a few globules of liquid—some medicinal wine, some regular wine...
But this was not the entirety of the Gourd's space, because at the very edge of his Divine Sense's reach, a thin layer of mist drifted. Within the churning fog, massive golden chains could be vaguely seen. Each chain was a hundred zhang long, appearing and disappearing with the roiling mist.
It seemed to be sealing off a deeper space.
Clearly, there was more to the space inside the Gourd...
'Hu Haiqing used it to store medicinal wine, treating it as a simple storage treasure... Did he not know the Gourd's true purpose, or was it because of these chains?'
