Yu Zhong left with a grave expression. There was truly nothing he could do now. After all, he could not see through Lin Jun, and naturally could not make use of him.
"That half-truth, half-lie old bastard—does he really think he has me in the palm of his hand?"
Watching Yu Zhong leave, Lin Jun could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
Lin Jun did not know Yu Zhong's confidence or circumstances, nor could he gauge where Yu Zhong's bottom line lay. So he simply put on an air of mystery and did not tell Yu Zhong too much.
The more he said, the easier it would be for others to seize on a weakness.
After confirming that Yu Zhong had truly left, Lin Jun hurriedly set the bamboo slip in his hand on the ground, then vigorously shook out his arm.
This thing was truly heavy. Yet when placed on the ground, it was no different from an ordinary book, looking light as a feather. Only when held in the hand did it become unbearably heavy. If he held it any longer, Lin Jun felt his arm might snap.
"What the hell is written in this thing?"
Lin Jun could not help flipping through it. That single light page weighed a thousand pounds, and Lin Jun nearly failed to turn it over.
After all these years, Lin Jun experienced the weight of knowledge for the first time. It was so heavy that it made him question his entire life.
There was not a single word on the bamboo slip, yet a vast torrent of information flowed through Lin Jun's hand and into his mind.
Lin Jun slowly absorbed and digested the knowledge within. But as his understanding deepened, the knowledge inside showed no sign of diminishing.