As the top three-good student of Old Factory Street, the well-behaved child in the eyes of the neighbors, Qin Shi suspected for the first time that he might be illiterate.
The ancient book that Old Liang took out, with all sorts of crooked and twisted, chaotic symbols upon opening it.
Arranged without any discernable pattern, resembling primitive and complex hieroglyphs, containing complex and variable meanings, making it hard to understand.
"It's not meant to be seen with the eyes."
Old Liang finally smiled, even the most talented genius would get confused the first time facing this.
"You must feel it with your heart."
Playing riddles with me, huh!
Qin Shi could tell that Old Liang was continuously shocked by him.
Once a genius whose Dao Heart was frustrated, now wanted to regain some pride.
"The waves behind drive on those before! Old Liang, today let me show you what a new generation prodigy is!"
