Beneath the sea, Lu Yin, Xiao Hei, and Xiao Bai stared at the stone tablet, utterly bewildered.
The tablet was covered in ancient script. Judging by its appearance, it could date back to an extremely distant era. Lu Yin guessed it might belong to the same period as the ancient writing in the Scripture Depository at the Dao Origin Sect Ruins.
"Can you two read it?" Lu Yin asked, unable to help himself as he watched Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai studying it with serious expressions.
Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai looked up at Lu Yin, their gazes as if they were looking at an illiterate person.
Lu Yin blinked and asked expectantly, "You can really read it?"
"Of course not!" Xiao Bai shouted.
Xiao Hei nudged her. "Xiao Bai, when it comes to literary matters, even if you don't understand, you have to pretend you do. Got it? Otherwise, people will look down on you."
Xiao Bai saw the light and turned back to Lu Yin, looking very serious. "I understand."
Lu Yin was speechless. Those two little brats—one day, he'd tear their mouths off.
"Seventh Brother, this ancient writing is exactly the same as the one in the Scripture Depository at the Dao Origin Sect Ruins. This marquis can only recognize a few characters. Based on their meanings, this tablet seems to record a sacrificial prayer. People in ancient times were particular about these things. Whenever they opened up a mountain or sea, they would compose a prayer. People living by the sea usually carved these kinds of prayers into stone to protect the peace of the area. It's not worth much," Ghost Marquis said.
Lu Yin thought for a moment, then made a rubbing of the text on the tablet. Afterward, he struck it with his palm