The brush tip swept across the white paper, each character and sentence falling into place as though formed by nature itself.
These Primordial Scripts seemed to have been scrambled as well, and several crucial passages of the "Essential Dao Scriptures" were missing. Time was pressing, and Xu Yan could not be bothered to commit them to memory.
This was not some divine ability manual. It was more like an ancient biography or travelogue.
"It looks like the writing style and calligraphy of the Wei Kingdom... What is this girl's identity?"
Xu Yan was mildly surprised.
In the former dynasty of the Wei Kingdom, the last ruler had been tyrannical and rapacious, indulging in drink and women. Living beings across the Eastern Continent suffered untold misery, while demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters ran rampant upon the land. The founding ancestor, who had still been a feudal lord at the time, could no longer endure it. He raised the banner of rebellion and overthrew the Wei Kingdom's regime in merely twenty years.
He found the time to lift his eyes and glance over.
The girl's gaze was as deep as an abyss, and her aura was exceedingly cold.
She was a beauty in the making. The girl had not yet fully blossomed; in a few more years, she would likely grow even more enchanting and captivating. Yet that air of keeping all strangers at arm's length sent a chill through one's bones.
By sunset, he had nearly translated all three scrolls of script.
Without realizing it, many cultivators had gathered around them, all staring at Xu Yan and the black-clad girl in surprise.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xu Yan spotted a scholar dressed in the robes of Great Yin Academy studying him. When Xu Yan looked his way, the