Li Guanyi handed the bamboo flute to the old man, who took a string of vermilion thread and simply wrapped it around the flute. Although the thread was vermilion, it instantly gave off a golden radiance, dense as talismans, and the old man formed several hand seals.
A gold-colored imprint appeared on the bamboo flute and then faded away.
Wrapped around the green bamboo flute was the vermilion rope, giving it a more lively appearance compared to its previous simplicity. The old Magician's voice was hoarse as he said, "Let's call it a form of repayment."
"You returned my disciple's Cultivation Technique to me, so I left some seals on this bamboo flute... Divine Weapons have their masters, and if you don't deal with this Divine Weapon in your hands properly, it's easy for that Qingpao to find you. But now, as long as he doesn't get close enough to you, it will be difficult for him to detect it."
"Little child, how are your injuries?"
