Magic Arts?
Soul Summoning?
Bai Qi raised an eyebrow but did not delve into it immediately.
He quickly walked up to Ah Di and pressed his hand against the two sheets of yellow paper, blocking his gaze from them.
"Is your headache acting up again? Should I call a physician?"
Bai Ming's eyelids twitched, as if his spirit was wandering, appearing empty and void, but it didn't last long before he was promptly called back by his brother.
"I'm fine, Brother. I recognize these tadpole-like characters... or rather, I understand their meaning."
Bai Qi frowned, not inquiring about the reasons right away, being more concerned about Bai Ming's health:
"This thing is very strange and its origins are unknown. I worry it's harmful to you. Ah Di, how are you feeling now? Are there any signs of muscular spasms or loss of control?"
Bai Ming's face turned slightly pale. He took a deep breath, looked up seriously at Bai Qi, and said:
