Zhang Yan used his two fingers to firmly clamp down on the white light. The object continued to struggle incessantly, sometimes releasing a radiance about three feet long, and other times retracting into a light dot as narrow as two fingers. Yet no matter how much it transformed, it could not escape.
This Dharma Treasure possessed such spiritual nature that both Yu Consort and Brother Feng looked on with greedy eyes. However, seeing that Zhang Yan paid them no heed whatsoever, Yu Consort's heart filled with anger. Her expression hardened as she barked, "You, Daoist, did you not hear me asking you a question?"
Seated cross-legged amidst the cloud, Zhang Yan turned to Yu Consort and said calmly, "This fellow Daoist must be confused. This place was formed by True Master Tao using Great Dharma Power to gather earth into a mountain. Counting back, it has only been twenty years. How could there be talk of treasure emerging here?"
