Chapter 435: Homecoming

The brocade pouches had no telling what they were stitched from. Each was barely half a palm in size, exquisitely made, and yet after countless ages they remained intact, without the slightest fray. He opened one and tipped out several dozen crimson seeds. Each was about the size of a soybean, etched with intricate runes that looked almost too beautiful to be real. A clear pulse of life radiated from them. These seeds were alive. Something stirred in his chest. He immediately put away all three...