Once again arriving outside the temple gates, Ye Weiming eagerly took out the "Seven Language Lexicon" and looked up the portions of text he had previously noted down but been unable to decipher.
After figuring out the meaning of all the words, he continued from where he had left off and kept reading through the remaining content. Nearly two hours later, supported by his astonishing reading ability, he finally finished every entry in the dictionary concerning the "Persian Language."
At the same time, a system notification sounded by his ear:
Ding! You gained much from studying the "Seven Language Lexicon." Your "Persian Language" level has increased once again. Your current "Persian Language" level is Level 6.
At Level 6, "Persian Language" was already enough for him to accurately identify virtually all the text recorded on the pillar. Even communicating with Persians in their native tongue would pose no obstacle.
The greatest difference was probably that when he read the same words aloud, his pronunciation would sound quite stiff. To actual Persians, he would carry a very strange foreign accent.
If he could reach Level 8, he could probably correct that accent completely and speak with an incomparably authentic cadence.
At Level 10, even among Persians, he could be considered a master linguist—or perhaps a Persian "national studies master"?
Rising to his feet, Ye Weiming activated his protective true qi and entered the temple hall once more.
Looking at the pillar floating in midair, an excellent idea suddenly sprang into Ye Weiming's mind.
However, he was in no hurry to put that idea into action. Instead, he quietly waited for the moment when the underground fire stopped erupting.
Before long, the underground fire indeed ceased erupting, and the hexagonal pillar returned to its original position once more.
Only then