After braving one peril after another, Ye Fan and the Black Emperor reached the deepest part of the ruins. A pure white Skeleton lay there, with two books before it.
"Is that the Source Heaven Book?" Ye Fan's heart leaped. Could he really be about to obtain one of the supreme classics of the Source Arts?
Ye Fan had already studied a few Source Arts Methods and tried his luck in some of the Eastern Wasteland's smaller cities. As for what he had gained...
Well, his eagerness for the Source Heaven Book said plenty about how those ventures had gone.
The Black Emperor ignored Ye Fan and lunged forward, carefully examining the two books up close.
He wanted to see whether there were any traps.
"Xiao Fan, it's the Source Heaven Book. Hurry up and take it."
The Black Emperor turned his dog's head and spoke to Ye Fan behind him.
To his surprise, Ye Fan took two steps back, wearing a look that said he had seen right through him. "Damn dog. Trying to make me test another trap?"
"You think I'd still fall for that after getting burned so many times?" Ye Fan scoffed.
When they had first met and wandered the Eastern Wasteland together, Ye Fan had tested traps for the Black Emperor more than once. Unfortunately for the dog, Ye Fan had been growing wiser.
The Ye Fan of today was countless times shrewder than the one who had first set out.
Sometimes Ye Fan reflected on how Uncle Meng had told him certain truths over and over. He had thought he understood them, but reality had told him: no, he didn't.
Some things, some truths, had to be experienced firsthand before they could truly be understood.
Hearing them from someone else would never be enough.