Zhou Yao was extremely clever. She had already realized that she seemed to be controlled and drawn by some mysterious force.
"Am I connected to the Dragon Maiden?"
Zhou Yao pondered for a long while, then reached for the Book of Documents clutched in her hand. Now that she was closer, she could see clearly that it truly was an ordinary Book of Documents, made of a material that could be read.
To ordinary people, this letter might have seemed to have been placed here only recently. After all, judging by the circumstances, this place might have existed for a very, very long time. A sheet of paper exposed to the air could scarcely have been preserved so perfectly. Yet neither the girl with dragon horns nor this place could be judged by common sense.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Yao raised her hand again and gently grasped the letter, trying to take it from the Dragon Maiden's hand.
The Dragon Maiden held it somewhat tightly. Zhou Yao gave it a gentle tug, yet failed to pull it free!
Zhou Yao did not force it. Instead, she touched the Dragon Maiden's hand, brushing it lightly with her own.
The next moment, the letter fluttered down into Zhou Yao's hand. She did not need to open it deliberately; the moment it landed in her hand, it unfolded by itself.
"What is this?"
Every word on the letter glimmered faintly. Though the cave was somewhat dim, both the subtly glowing Dragon Maiden and the writing on the letter were perfectly clear.
"Very fine handwriting."
An air of immense age rushed forth from the paper and struck her face.
Zhou Yao was the daughter of an official household and possessed considerable literary cultivation. At a glance, she knew that between those