One of Our Own Came to Be the Ferryman-I Really Didn't Want This

The young man had wanted to ask what exactly was going on. From Grandmaster's words, it was obvious that it had something to do with the current sect master.

But since Grandmaster had said it could not be spoken of, it was better not to ask.

Big Beard held the storybook in his hands, flipping through it with a cheerful grin. Along this journey, he had found ways to learn everything that needed learning and had not yet been learned.

But he truly had not expected the final outcome to be like this, nor had he expected the process to unfold this way.

Still less had he expected that the storybook so many people had exhausted their schemes fighting over was nothing more than a forgery.

The forgery was not especially well-made. The material looked like something never seen before, yet its quality was nothing remarkable. If it were placed outside, probably few would regard it as a treasure.

But the problem was, this was not the world of the living.

Within the World of the Dead, there had appeared a material unseen in the world of the living.

Besides, what mattered about the so-called storybook was not the book itself, but merely the content within it.

Moreover, no one had seen it, no one had touched it, and no one knew what the true storybook looked like.

As long as the content was right, then this book was the true storybook.

No one would doubt it, no one would fuss over the storybook's material, and even fewer would dare try to damage it.

Big Beard himself would not have doubted it either. The flaw he had discovered came from somewhere else.

This storybook could not be refined. And he was very certain that this inability to refine it was