Inside the main hall of the courtyard.
Su Mo sat at the head position, looking toward the scroll in the palm with the help of the lamp.
The scroll was filled with the writings of the Gui Ru Clan, without any illustrations.
Su Mo could see it but couldn't understand it.
He eventually directed his gaze at the Night Lord, who was collapsed in the hall.
"May I ask the Night Lord to enlighten me, what is written on this scroll?"
Su Mo spoke softly.
The Night Lord didn't lift his head, seeming somewhat lost.
His ambitions were evident, and great aspirations filled his heart.
Yet to realize everything, he needed martial arts to support him.
Scheming could achieve many goals.
But to truly see everything through, martial arts support was necessary.
Su Mo had crippled his martial arts, which was tantamount to severing his arms and legs, making life no different from death.
"I am speaking to you."
Seeing him feign deafness, Shi Cheng couldn't help but glare at him.
