'Looks like this is as far as I can go.'
Chen Qi transcribed the 138 [Character Roots] into his private notebook.
Although there were only 138 [Character Roots], an hour had passed by the time Chen Qi finished writing them all down.
Beads of sweat had even formed on his forehead, and the light in his eyes had dimmed, revealing his exhaustion.
Writing ancient script was mentally draining to begin with, and the difficulty of writing [Character Roots] was a full ten times greater.
Even someone as powerful as Chen Qi nearly failed.
"WHIMPER!"
The dog, which had been unconscious, woke up again and looked at Chen Qi with a fawning expression.
"Relax, relax. I keep my word. I'll let you go now."
Chen Qi waved his hand impatiently, and the dog immediately began to tremble in fear.
It was quite strange. Although the dog couldn't read human writing, it could somehow understand human speech.
If it could also start speaking, it would truly be a dog spirit.
