'This... on the key, it should be a map....'
After deciphering the meaning, Zhang Rongfang dampened the gray cloth with water, then spread it out and gently pressed the front half of the key onto one end of the gray cloth.
Then, he let the key roll.
Soon, fine gold threads were imprinted from the key.
On the gray cloth, a special map emerged clearly, and behind the map were lines of twisted symbols.
This is the Golden Wing Pavilion's secret script, which, when translated, explains the meaning of the map.
'Is everything she intends to give me here?' Zhang Rongfang quickly scanned the map and then put it away.
He put the key into his waist pouch.
The collapse and demise of the Eastern Sect had left the Celestial Maiden to use her last bit of strength, quietly handing this over to him in such a manner, clearly indicating its extreme importance.
Zhang Rongfang picked up a cup of black-red mare's milk wine, raised it to his lips, but did not drink.
