Qingzhong, inside the tomb.
High above the Four Seasons Wilderness, clouds flowed smoothly across the sky.
Ancient trees rustled with the movement of their leaves.
A black robe dangled upside down, its large sleeves fluttering tempestuously in the wind.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"
The Tomb Guardian, wearing a floral cat mask, slowly opened her eyes, beholding a figure approaching through the distant fog.
Gu Shen bowed respectfully.
"You have grasped the essence quite quickly," Master Qianye said with a hint of a smile. "I thought you would need a few more days before coming to Qingzhong."
Gu Shen also smiled, "Mostly, the trivial matters outside have been quite draining. Master Qianye, about the 'ancient language' of the Array Patterns we discussed last time, I am still somewhat perplexed..."
He pulled out a set of drawings.
Learning ancient script was different from normal knowledge infusion.
