Verdant Green Maiden's finger twitched, and the manuscripts flew from Cao Luo's hands, spreading out one by one to hover before her.
This book recorded the mountains and rivers of the world, the tales of gods and ghosts, birds and flowers, fish and insects. Every matter was detailed, so vivid that readers felt as if they were there. It could be called all-encompassing!
It was a fine book.
Only...
Verdant Green Maiden looked at Cao Luo and asked, "Thirty Years of Wind and Rain, and all you gained was this one book. Was it worth it?"
"Worth or not, it doesn't matter. Luo now... only feels that he has a guilty conscience."
Cao Luo sighed as he spoke to Verdant Green Maiden.
He felt no guilt toward himself or Verdant Green Maiden, but toward Qin Xian and her son.
Verdant Green Maiden fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Shall we call it... Xuanzhong Ji?"
Cao Luo bent his hunched body and bowed to Verdant Green Maiden. "I'll leave everything to Fu Niangzi!"
Several days later, Cao Luo died.
With Chunyu Tiying there, his injuries and illnesses were nothing serious. But after seeing Verdant Green Maiden and learning how Qin Xian and her son were doing, the breath sustaining him finally gave out.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit collapsed all at once. Before Verdant Green Maiden could organize the book into a finished volume, he passed away.
"I'll make sure Xuanzhong Ji lives on."
Verdant Green Maiden spoke softly.
"I'll also make sure everyone knows that this book, which records the most detailed accounts of this age's mountains, rivers, and waterways, its geographical legends, and all living beings, was written by you, Cao Luo—Cao Tianchuan! When people in later generations speak of you, the first thing they think of will