"What script is this? I can't recognize it at all."
Looking at the cultivation technique in his hand, Lin Kuang spoke with some frustration to Zhantai Mingyue beside him.
Upon hearing this, Zhantai Mingyue stuck out her cute little tongue, "Honestly, I don't recognize it either; I couldn't understand it before."
Hearing this, Lin Kuang rolled his eyes. He had thought this girl understood, but it turns out she knows nothing either.
"Alright then, we don't recognize these characters at all, how are we supposed to read it?"
Lin Kuang asked, somewhat frustrated.
"I don't know. I brought you here to take a look. If you can't understand it, neither can I."
Spreading her hands, Zhantai Mingyue said with a bit of helplessness.
"Alright, I'll take another look."
Lin Kuang said helplessly and tried once more to read the script he didn't recognize.
Gradually, Lin Kuang, holding the book, quietly blended into nature, as if he had merged completely with it.
