C196 On the Palm of His Hand There Was a Black Imprint

Ding Yue carefully lifted the lid off the wooden box, peeling away the seal with a gentle touch.

Inside lay a golden rod, its surface etched with cloud patterns and dense, unfamiliar script.

Ding Yue, having never encountered such writing, studied it briefly before closing the box.

He then turned his attention to another wooden box and opened it.

A brass-colored disc caught his eye