Zhang Lingshan sized up the hunched old man and found him utterly unremarkable, nothing more than an ordinary person. He said, "What book is this, old sir? Where did you get it?"
The old man said, "It's just an ordinary book of strange tales. I remember a hunter found it in some mountain cave and sold it to me. If you like it, I'll count it as two hundred copper coins."
Zhang Lingshan did not haggle with him. He casually took out a piece of broken silver he had not used in ages from his Pouch Space, tossed him a chunk, then left the place and returned to the Ascension Hall.
"You two, guard me."
Zhang Lingshan said to Zhang Zixin and Zhang Jinxuan.
Because he had been busy running all over the place, he had let the two of them stay in the Ascension Hall to rest. Only now did the two of them finally come in useful.
Zhang Lingshan casually set up a shielding and defensive Formation to avoid being disturbed by the outside world, and only then did he take out the book.
Just as the old man had said, this book was utterly ordinary, nothing more than the most common kind of book of strange tales. Its contents were basically worthless.
Only that Single Page was extremely special. Its material looked exactly the same as ordinary paper, giving the impression that it would tear apart with the slightest rip.
But in reality, this Single Page was absurdly tough. No matter whether Zhang Lingshan tore it with his hands, cut it with a knife, or burned it with fire, he could not damage it in the slightest.
It really is a treasure.
Zhang Lingshan marveled inwardly, then opened his Heavenly Eye and sensed it with his Entry