Thinking of that Daoist, Ye Chen finally felt somewhat reassured. After all, when he had met the Daoist that day, there had been no one else nearby, so there was no chance anyone had overheard their conversation.
Thinking back to that day, Ye Chen felt that the Daoist had an otherworldly air and seemed to bear him no ill will.
On top of that, Ye Chen felt a strange fondness for this young master. After much inner turmoil, he reluctantly decided to believe the young man in front of him.
"Fine, but you should at least tell me how I'm supposed to read this book, shouldn't you? There isn't a single word in it. Forgive me for being an ordinary person, but I can't read your immortals' Wordless Heavenly Book."
Ye Chen helplessly opened the book and showed the young master a blank page, but the young master merely shook his head.
"My elder said that Brother Ye's talent is extraordinary, that you possess the gifts of a celestial being, so you should certainly be able to understand this book."
The young man clearly had no intention of telling Ye Chen about the book's mysteries, so Ye Chen could only sigh helplessly and continue studying it.
He turned the book this way and that, even trying to burn it and splash it with water, but no matter what he did, the Wordless Heavenly Book showed no reaction.
Unable to find a single clue, Ye Chen plopped down on the ground and stared at the book in his hands. Still dissatisfied, he simply placed it beneath himself and sat on it.
"The whole book is blank, without a single clue. How am I supposed to read it? Am I supposed to guess?" Ye Chen asked irritably, looking at the young master