Incomprehensible, unbelievable.
For a long time, a long time, he reached out his hand.
Slightly trembling.
Flipping through page by page, almost thinking it was some vicious mockery or joke, but it wasn't... The inheritance of the Dust branch, from beginner to advanced research, apart from some exquisite applications that were lost due to Belzuna's death, almost everything else was here.
Really, really, really...
He judged page by page, paused, and suddenly began to search, flipping to a middle page from two stacks of manuscripts, and found two numbers, four structures, compared them, calculated for a long time, and then realized... It was all true!
No useless words, no filler.
And knowing more than me, who is just an apprentice!
In the dead silence, he seemed to have lost all strength, slumped in his chair, unable to speak.
Lou Feng drank his tea silently and put down the teacup.
Politely stood up to say goodbye: "Since Master Hu has accepted it, I will take my leave."
