At first, Xue Fuyao struggled to adjust to these reactions in her body, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, never stopping her copying.
After she had copied roughly a third of the runes on the white jade stele, the scorching sensation gradually faded, replaced by a coolness like a gentle breeze brushing her face.
Phew~
"I finally finished copying it."
Xue Fuyao looked at the inscription she had copied onto the paper in her hands. Though she called it copying, she had actually drawn it, because she did not recognize the characters on the stele, and their structures were far more complex than those of modern writing.
She simply felt that the characters looked somewhat familiar, yet she could not identify them.
"They must be characters from a very, very long time ago," Xue Fuyao guessed.
After all, who knew how much time had passed since writing first appeared? Over that long span, written characters had continued to change, eventually taking their present form.
It looks like I'll have to go through the ancient texts carefully once I get back.
Xue Fuyao put away the inscription and bowed respectfully three times to the white jade stele before her. Only then did she turn and leave.
Copying the inscription on the white jade stele had taken a full three days, and descending the mountain had taken another day. Xue Fuyao did the calculations; there was not much time left before the Qiming Secret Realm closed.
"I wonder how Master's battle went. Did he win?"
He probably won. After all, so many more people came afterward.
Those people certainly wouldn't let matters rest after seeing two divine beasts.
With that thought, Xue Fuyao took out a Communication Talisman. "I've put some distance between myself and the white jade stele. I