June 8, 2018
Closing the Holy Record, Zhao Chenlu let out a light breath, and then was suddenly discomforted by a beam of light from outside the window, realizing that it was already the next day.
The three of them had been in the room interpreting the Burning Blood Script, and unknowingly, the night had passed. The historical truth from two thousand years ago made them momentarily forget the time.
"So that's the story, what do you two think?"
The Sect Leader opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he just shook his head, indicating he was at a loss for words.
"What about you, my dear?" Zhao Chenlu asked, while her gaze remained firmly locked on Wang Jiu.
Although the Wang Jiu before her was merely the Sword Spirit projecting his true form through the Illusion Sword Technique, Wang Jiu's nature was sincere, and he wouldn't hide his true thoughts because of a projection. His thoughts were plainly written on his face.
