Li Shou looked at the Divination Grass handed over by Cangjie, a smiling expression appearing on his face, and he took it readily.
"Promoted by Fu Xi Saint Emperor, naturally it's highly useful, a common belief among the Human Race—how could I not be aware?"
"But after all, these things originate from tens of thousands of years ago. Although the Human Race should cherish the memory of the sages, we mustn't be stagnant. There must be those who try to innovate, to explore other paths."
Li Shou's words revealed a spirit daring to challenge authority, daring to innovate.
Upon hearing this, Cangjie finally paused his engraving work.
He raised his head, and those four peculiar pupils stared fixedly at Li Shou for a long time, as if trying to see through his true thoughts.
Then, his gaze glanced at the ancient-shaped calculating rods in Li Shou's hand.
"Your words are indeed reasonable; our Human Race truly needs to constantly move forward."
