Since the condition of the abandoned Southern Kingdom was not good, everyone could only make do.
Lu Zhou surveyed his surroundings. Cracks snaked their way everywhere on the wall as the cold wind that carried the stench of dampness, decay, and the excrement of birds and beasts blew in the old house. Amidst the stench, one could smell a hint of the plants growing wild in nature.
Now that night had fallen, a chill permeated the air.
Lu Zhou was naturally not afraid of the cold as a cultivator. He brought out the Heavenly Writing scroll again.
"Ding! Obtained a new scroll of the Heavenly Writing. Would you like to use it?"
"Use."
The scroll in Lu Zhou's hand vanished into spots of lights before they entered his body.
As expected, when he looked at the Heavenly Writing interface, some of the previously unrecognizable scripts had turned into words he recognized.
