Li Guanyi's gaze shifted from the bronze stele placed in the corner and followed the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form to the innermost spot, where the antique decor surrounded an open space with bookshelves. There lay a scroll.
It was ten feet long and several feet high, with sharp brushstrokes that seemed to have thousands of mountains and rivers merged into the scroll.
The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form had come to a stop in front of this scroll.
It seemed to want to enter but was unable to penetrate some kind of ethereal barrier, so it paced back and forth in apparent anxiety, eventually landing on Li Guanyi's shoulder with a look of urgency in its eyes. One claw tugged at the boy's shoulder while the other pointed at the landscape painting.
It was almost about to cry out.
This scroll?
"There's no way this thing can be taken away."