The grimoire fell straight to the ground. With a loud plop it slammed open and the pages started turning one by one.
Runes and magical symbols in unknown languages fluttered past its countless pages becoming more pronounced with every new page until they looked like they had flown off from its surface.
Whatever spell it was required quite a bit of effort as the runes started rotating counterclockwise over the book in a perfect half-meter-wide horizontal circle.
Hao Xuan's gaze was locked on the rotating circle to fish for any potential clues but even with all his accumulated knowledge, he wasn't able to decipher the origins of a single one of those runes.
And this only made him more uncertain of his decision to meet this entity.