The moment Grey decided to learn the ancient art, he cleared his mind as he sat down directly in front of the huge stone slab.
Its surface was coarse and rough, but the symbols and words on it, which had previously appeared blurry and hazy, now became clear in his eyes.
At first, Grey felt like he was understanding it. But even after a long while, nothing happened. He even forgot the words and symbols he had just read moments ago.
"Impossible..."
Grey muttered and tried again. But when the picture began to look clear in his head, it was as if a brush had been placed inside his mind and swept away everything he had learned.
He tried once again, but the outcome was the same. Grey's expression slowly changed into a deep frown.
He found it unbelievable that the old man had tricked him. "He mentioned that I should carefully choose one art, but I can only see this single ancient stone slab. The rest are all blurry." At this moment, his expression had already turned extremely ugly.
