Half a day later, Zhao Sheng, smiling profusely, accompanied the Qingshan Ancestor and another to the edge of the secret mansion, then sent the two out of the secret mansion.
After a short while, Zhao Sheng flew back to the terrace, took his seat again on the jade couch, and with a flick of his right hand, an ancient book had fallen into his grasp.
He carefully flipped open the ancient book, his eyes greedily devouring the content, completely forgetting the events that had just transpired.
If someone were standing behind Zhao Sheng at this time, observing the pages of the ancient book, they would be astonished to discover that the pages were completely blank, not a single character in sight.
The reason for this was that this nameless ancient book was "handwritten" by Zhao Xuanjing using the power of his Primordial Spirit. Without a Nascent Soul-level Divine Thought and the specific "frequency" of Divine Thought, it was impossible to comprehend the "text" on the pages.
