As Zhou Donghuang took the book and flipped through it, Liu Pingsheng stared at him unblinkingly, his eyes filled with shock.
Even for someone like him, he had spent a few decades understanding the ancient language that was used in this book. The young man in front of him seemed to just be slightly older than twenty years of age, yet he could still somehow read the ancient language that was in the book?
In fact, from his lack of expression from start to end, he clearly had not encountered any words that he did not recognize.
Even Liu Pingsheng could only roughly grasp the meaning of whatever was written in the book; some obscure words were unknown to him because these words did not appear in any other texts in that ancient language.
"You know these words?"
When Zhou Donghuang flipped to a page again, Liu Pingsheng pointed to a row of words on the page and asked him seriously.
