Zheng Qing was still using the free spellbook the school provided to publicly funded students: russet leather cover, soft mulberry-bark paper, one foot two inches six fen long, eight inches nine fen wide, and one hundred eighty pages thick.
If the incantations were concise and the handwriting neat, it could hold eight or nine spells. If the writing was a little messier, it could only fit five or six.
The spellbook Zheng Qing had originally commissioned from Xiayuan Bookstore could easily hold more than ten spells. But that book had now become the "trigger" for a Forbidden Curse and could no longer be used normally.
The fatty also noticed Zheng Qing patting his spellbook and raised his brows. "Can you still use your old book?"
The scene of Zheng Qing opening that spellbook on the Black Prison Battlefield and summoning the slender red pillar of heaven had been discussed over and over by the hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team. Everyone was deeply interested in the spells recorded within it.
Zheng Qing sighed, pulled out the spellbook from the Gray Cloth Bag, and waved it at the fatty in midair. "What do you think? Want to give it a try?"
"Wasn't that book empty?"
With extraordinary agility, the fatty squeezed out through the balcony and appeared before the publicly funded student in the blink of an eye. Wiping his hands on his robe, he chuckled. "I've wanted to try it for a long time... Can I use the spell you recorded in there too?"
Zheng Qing gave a cold laugh but offered no explanation.
Without suspecting anything, the fatty took the spellbook, undid its leather clasp, and opened its creamy-white cover. On pages that had become completely blank on the Black Prison Battlefield, lines of extremely pale yet exceptionally