C258 It Would be Useless in Your Hands

For a brief moment, the entire pavilion was engulfed in white light.

Infinite noble energy flowed around each person there, leaving nearly everyone in attendance feeling a shock like none before.

Some practitioners of the literary Dao immediately fell to their knees in reverence.

"Could this be the inkstone used by a Sage?" Zhou Ming's voice echoed, laced with surprise and uncertainty