Ke Meng personally brought the manuscript to the Investigation Bureau for the director to review.
With trembling hands, Director Wu took the document, which overflowed with spirituality. The moment he opened the first page, he felt as though a fierce gale had burst from the paper, shaking his spirituality.
The first page, the second page, the third page.
The loose manuscript, not yet bound into a book, seemed to possess a strange charm that drew Director Wu's hands onward. He kept turning the pages without pause, his eyes all but glued to the text.
Noticing Director Wu's unusual behavior, Ke Meng quickly patted him, breaking his immersive reading experience.
"Ah, I think I got completely absorbed just now."
"It's fine. Tell me how it felt." Ke Meng waved a hand.
Director Wu was already old, but the years had left no marks on his face. He had consumed plenty of items that replenished his vitality, and his muscles had become much firmer, giving him considerable strength.
Only a healthy body could keep the mind at its peak; otherwise, rationality would decline. Ke Meng understood the director's approach.
Director Wu's eyes kept straying toward the stack of papers, but his rationality quickly reined him in. He stopped looking at them and honestly described his impressions. "How should I put it? It feels incredibly rich in knowledge. Even my spirituality can't help wanting to absorb what's inside. There's something uncanny about it."
"Uncanny?" Ke Meng murmured thoughtfully.
Simply put, it was a sinister book that tempted people to read it and learn the knowledge within.
"And then?" Ke Meng pressed.
"I don't know. I only read a few pages, so I can't fully describe how it felt. If I read the whole thing, I should be able to give you an overall