Wuyong had the Two-headed Wolf bring us here, surely not to show us that diary, because we no longer need the experiences recorded in it.
Besides, the diary has nothing to do with Wuyong, but this skin does. It's written with my ancestral language in red paint, and in this Ancient City, the only ones able to write this language are me and Wuyong.
Qinghan couldn't interpret my ancestral language, but he recognized it and handed the skin to me.
The skin was about the size of a notebook used by students. I took it and glanced over it, raising my eyebrows.
"This is a will." I grew serious, starting to read it word by word.
The person who wrote the will was Wuyong, because I first looked at the beginning and the signature. The beginning indicated it was a testament, with Wuyong's name signed at the end.
