Song Qingshu soon smiled in relief and dismissed the thought.
His state of mind was vastly different from before. In the past, he could be considered broad-minded, but now, in a sense, he had practically transcended worldly concerns.
"Zhiruo and the others must be worried. I should return first." Realizing that he had been away for quite some time, Song Qingshu got up and headed outside. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at the tadpole-like script on the stone wall. "I'm not some pedantic fool like Zhang Wuji, who mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill only to bury the manual in the Kunlun Mountains for some fated successor."
With that, he raised his hand, intending to destroy the tadpole script on the stone wall. But he suddenly hesitated. "If I destroy it, the people on Hero's Island will definitely notice something unusual. It won't be long before they trace it back to me..."
But if he did not destroy it, Song Qingshu was unwilling to let anyone else learn the miraculous martial arts contained within. The people of Hero's Island were enemies, not friends. If someone learned it in the future, wouldn't that create a formidable foe?
As he wrestled with the dilemma, the corner of his eye caught something on the stone wall. His heart stirred, and he hurried over to inspect it. After confirming it again and again, he finally discovered that although the writing on the entire wall had not changed in the slightest, the tadpole script no longer seemed ready to leap off the surface. It was as though it had lost its soul, leaving behind only a dry shell.
Could it be that the words on this wall contained some mysterious power, and after I received their inheritance, they became