Why bother explaining to Tan Tai? Su He's eyes lit up.
He immediately scrutinized the letter over and over again, but to no avail.
Who is this person that speaks in riddles!?
Su He, disappointed, shrank the letter and stored it in the External Space. He then turned to look at the drumhead on the wall.
Indeed, that sensation of a small knife scraping his back arrived again, inexplicably.
Su He wondered: Was this thing truly made from the flesh of his Avatar? Since when had Baiyin become so savage... No, that's wrong, she had always been savage; back then, who knows how many avatars she sliced up.
When it comes to researching Su He's body, Baiyin would be second to none; not even Su He's introspection could match her meticulous examination.
Looking left and right, scanning with Divine Sense, he found nothing special about the drumhead. Even in Su He's perception, it seemed to be nothing more than a remnant cowhide drum.
