Change with the scrolls

His obsession with the bizarre had taken hold of him again, causing him to quickly forget the death sentence he had faced just moments earlier. His mind raced to understand how the supposed curse could transform humans into scrolls, dissolving them into the pure forms of Daos that surrounded him.

"Maybe that strange elm tree is one part of the equation," mumbled Yang Qing.

He rambled on for a few seconds before finally catching sight of himself and turned his attention back to Wei Shen, coughing slightly in embarrassment when he saw the weird gaze Wei Shen was shooting him—like he was an insane person.

Yang Qing cleared his throat, attempting to regain some composure. "As I said, there's no need to be delicate with the truth, Senior Wei Shen. I can handle it..."