Sun Miao gave in, surrendering to her thirst for knowledge.
Seeing that Cheng Shi's smile did not seem fake, she hesitated for a long while before taking out a sheet of paper. She carefully accepted the Fine Iron Arrowhead from Cheng Shi and wrapped it in the page.
"What is this...?"
"One of Memory's Time's Notebooks. During His trials, you occasionally encounter Time's Notebooks that have been left behind in dreams. They're extremely rare, and once you use one page, there's one fewer."
"This is probably the most extravagant consumable item in this game. Cheng Shi, you'd better not have lied to me."
"This notebook's function is tracing the source. You can think of it as entering a dream and exploring it, like a Dream-Peeking Ranger. However, ordinary Dream-Peeking Rangers and dream-related items need a conscious life as a vessel, while this notebook in my hand doesn't."
"All you need is a related object. Then you can use the page to enter its 'dream' and return to the past to witness those events again."
"Of course, you can't change history. The us in the dream are merely spectators."
Sun Miao typed with one hand while operating the notebook with the other, managing both without delay. Her hands moved quickly. The moment she finished typing, the operation with her other hand ended as well.
A deep blue radiance surged from the page and poured onto the ground, slowly submerging both their ankles like rising tidewater.
Seeing this, Cheng Shi furrowed his brows and sidestepped behind Sun Miao.
"..." Sun Miao glanced at him expressionlessly. "Excessive caution only wastes your mental energy. Relax. Compared to plotting against you, I'm more interested in information and history."
"Besides, I've already set up a formation in the main tent. No one will notice this place