By the time Jin Fu finished muttering, tears had soaked much of his rat face. At last, he broke into uncontrollable sobs, holding the jade tablet in both paws as he kowtowed again and again to the empty air.
He had thought his people, lowly as dust, were doomed to sink into misery forever. Yet someone still cared about them-their ancestor, radiant as the sun!
No outsider could understand what he felt at that moment.
All their suffering and sorrow found immense solace in that instant.
And so his sobs would not cease, nor would his kowtowing.
He did not doubt the authenticity of this final testament in the slightest. One glance told him it was real, if only because of the four words "Big Dipper Demon Tome." That title had never spread beyond their people, and even within the Golden-Haired Rat clan, only a limited few in each generation knew it.
Those who knew also understood that if word spread, their people would meet an even worse fate than their present one.
Linking the Demon Tome mentioned in the testament with the rest of its contents, he understood all the more the painstaking care their ancestor had taken for his descendants.
Shi Chun did not interrupt him. He simply watched him kowtow and weep, watched him suddenly become overwhelmed with grief.
Only after a long while did Jin Fu stop choking back sobs. He rose, lifted his head, and asked, "So our ancestor didn't die at the Devil Ancestor's hands back then?"
Shi Chun said, "I've heard the rumors that your ancestor was slain by the Devil Ancestor, too. Based on what I saw, together with this testament, those rumors were clearly false. Your ancestor probably lived for nearly another thousand years after his great battle with the Devil