The book was not thick, nor did it record trivial matters. Yet, like a true biography, it spun out the memorable details of Li Chongkang's life in story form. In another person's hands, it would surely make their eyes light up and leave them with a vivid, profound impression of Li Chongkang and his deeds.
But as Li Chongkang read it himself, his heart grew colder and colder. His limbs turned icy, his whole body trembled, and sweat swiftly seeped out and slid down like raindrops. He felt as though he had fallen into a nightmare from which he could not escape.
Every one of his secrets, those he knew and those he did not, had been laid bare here. The final few pages were still unwetted by ink, clearly written only moments ago rather than prepared in advance!
"R-Rubbish..." Li Chongkang retorted like a sleep-talker, utterly lacking force. He stepped backward until his back pressed against the tree trunk. A chill ran through him; his shirt was already soaked with sweat.
For a moment, this man who had survived three Tribulations, who could ride the wind and summon lightning, was unable to control his body's sweating.
Yunji True Person had long since foreseen that he would come snooping. Thus, he had leisurely written this Biography of Li Chongkang... His apparent meditation and sleep had merely given Wei Ji and himself an opportunity to steal the book... Everything he had done had already been calculated by Yunji True Person, without the slightest deviation... Thoughts churned through Li Chongkang's mind. Shock and fear surged within him, and for the first time, he felt that Yunji True Person was unfathomably deep.
"True Person? What does this book record?" Wei Ji saw that Li Chongkang's reaction was wrong and asked in bewilderment, disregarding