The moment the book was opened, Yi Shuyuan sensed something. Had Chu Hang truly never opened that volume?
At that moment, Yi Shuyuan seemed to faintly sense the excitement of those bandits through the book, yet there seemed to be something else beyond that.
Yi Shuyuan calculated on his fingers. Through his shared perception, his senses were far more delicate and far-reaching than those of ordinary cultivators. It seemed that, from this moment onward, threads of destiny had begun to stir.
Or perhaps every tiny change in the world tugged at destiny, and Yi Shuyuan simply felt it more clearly at this particular moment.
Perhaps this was a fleeting insight, or perhaps a state of minute perception in his cultivation, but it stirred something within Yi Shuyuan all the same.
Why was the book glowing faintly? Was some destined connection involved?
Chu Hang had left this book untouched at home for so many years. Perhaps he no longer harbored that ambition, or perhaps he felt the time had not yet come. Ultimately, though, these were all his own choices-including its theft today.
Sensing those strands of destiny, Yi Shuyuan chose to observe their changes for the time being out of curiosity.
Inside Chu Hang's study, the bandits were now extremely excited. Rumors distorted through repeated retelling were hardly rare among the common folk, and the Chu Household's affairs had not been their highest priority.
Still, if such a wondrous book truly existed, something that could be called a mighty weapon of the nation, they needed to investigate and obtain evidence, however slight.
They had never expected to find a "wordless heavenly book" outright.
In their excitement, they also grew flustered. They returned the wooden box to its original place and restored everything in the study. The only traces that