Sunlight shone through the skylight and shone on the old man's body. From this angle, he looked like an ordinary old man. His hair was white, and his face was covered in wrinkles.
He looked very ordinary. Wei Huo hid and approached the old man.
The moment he saw the notebook, Wei Huo understood everything. This ordinary notebook was the Codex. Rule Power flowed in the book. Whoever's name was written in it had to abide by the laws in the Codex forever. Otherwise, they would die.
That was the rule.
Wei Huo arrived in front of the old man and saw his eyes. He really wanted to know what the man who ruled the city with the mere lift of a pen was like. He wanted to know how sharp his eyes were. Was this what a real emperor was like?
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were calm and even contained a tinge of kindness. He was just an ordinary old man. He could not be any more ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders was not ordinary at all.
