"Aunt..." Ling Shuiyao immediately recognized the voice and exclaimed joyfully.
The person who arrived was Ling Zishan. She wore a plain long dress, resembling a Goddess from the Nine Heavens, beautiful yet not aloof, making Lin Tian feel very close to her.
She walked in gracefully, holding a black wooden box in her hand, smiling as she looked at Lin Tian and the others, "I saw you all leaving the arena, so I knew you came here. I wonder if this thing could help you."
Ling Zishan put the wooden box on the table and looked at Lin Tian, as if she already knew what he was thinking.
Lin Tian did not answer but opened the wooden box. Inside lay a scroll of sheepskin. The sheepskin had been weathered by time, appearing dull and brown, but it clearly still had some resilience.
"Aunt, what is this?" Both women were very curious, and Ling Shuiyao couldn't help but ask.
