That was a gray stone slab, stained with a layer of dust, upon which some blurred characters could be vaguely discerned.
Demacia picked up the stone slab, and his eyes lit up.
"Brother Mu! Brother Mu! Come take a look at this. Is this Elvish script?"
He called out to Li Mu, who was ahead.
"Hm? Elvish script?"
Li Mu stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the excited Demacia holding up the stone slab.
"Let me take a look."
He took the stone slab, wiped off the dust, and examined it.
It seemed that the stone slab had weathered many years; the script was no longer clear, but the ever-memorable Li Mu still recognized that these strange characters seemed to share the same origin as the inscriptions outside the Feilengcui Ruins!
"Maybe... it is Elvish script!"
His heart leapt with joy.
Script is the vessel of civilization.
Whatever was written on this stone slab would be a significant discovery for them.
