"The Book of Troubled Times?" Zhao Su said as he took the book Xuan Yuan Qing'er handed him.
There were no words in the Book of Troubled Times, only intricate, elaborate drawings.
On the last page of the book was a portrait of a man.
It seemed to be a self-portrait.
The man stood atop a mountain, his back turned as he gazed into the distance, his face hidden from view.
Yet he was dressed like a primitive savage, his upper body bare and nothing but a simple grass mat wrapped around his waist.
Even so, his formidable presence was still palpable.
Even on paper, he exuded the imposing majesty of a sovereign reigning over the world.
"I believe the youth mentioned in the Book of Troubled Times left by our founding ancestor is you, Senior!"
"Just because of how I looked earlier?"
"Not just your appearance. The extraordinary aura you radiate also matches the prophecy our founding ancestor left behind exactly!"
Zhao Su found Xuan Yuan Qing'er's words very gratifying.
He coughed softly, clasped his hands behind his back, and put on the air of a reclusive master beyond worldly affairs.
"You're young, little girl, but you have quite a discerning eye. In that case, I'll help you this once."
"Thank you, Senior."
Delighted, Xuan Yuan Qing'er hurriedly kowtowed to Zhao Su again.
"Get up!"
As he spoke, Zhao Su returned the Book of Troubled Times to Xuan Yuan Qing'er.
He had to visit the Xuanyuan Family anyway to look for that so-called energy of fortune, so he might as well do them a favor along the way.
Perhaps he could even enlist the Xuanyuan Family's influence to search for Ning Rongrong and the others.
After all, every additional helper meant another sliver of a chance.
With Xuan Yuan