Wang Xiaohu raised his sword and disappeared into the forest.
The falling maple leaves paved a golden path behind Wang Xiaohu's bottom.
"Ah, young man."
Yi Lin flipped over and sat on the tree branch, leaning against the trunk, reading the family secret book.
During this period, Yi Lin had been busy with various matters, but finally found time to carefully ponder while staking out.
Of course, Yi Lin didn't have too high expectations for this secret manual.
Because among the five talents, the talent grade of this [Ancient Inheritance] isn't all that high.
Moreover, the manual in hand was tattered, incomplete, obviously a fragmented copy.
Yi Lin opened the first page with his left hand... only to find it torn away.
No wonder it's an incomplete manual.
But Yi Lin didn't mind, and directly started reading from the second page.
Unexpectedly, the difficulty of reading the ancient text suddenly escalated, making Yi Lin feel a bit overwhelmed.
