"Could this be the River Map and Luo Book rumored to be carved on a tortoise's back?"
Sikong Zhaixing appeared earnest as he studied it, then laughed, shaking his head, "I think it's about as useful as those ghostly scribbles the old Taoist priests from Wudang draw. Ah hahaha!"
The group gathered around and looked at it for a while, but none could discern anything unusual. Jiang Dali, too, received no panel prompts.
Nonetheless, upon hearing Sikong Zhaixing's words, he became thoughtful, grabbed the dazed Sikong Zhaixing, tore off his cloak, and, without batting an eyelid, used the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber to cut open the thick skin of his palm, smearing the blood on the tortoise's back under the group's curious gaze before covering the tortoise's back with the cloak to copy down the design.
"Hey! I say, Great Village Chief, I understand you want to copy the design, but why use my cloak?"
