Some lucky people could easily obtain things others would never get.
Chen Ying was an example. He was very lucky to have received a saint-tier cultivation art. However, the content of the cultivation art had some mistakes. If he continued training in it, he would only die in the end.
"The sequence is wrong?"
Chen Ying frowned.
"This cultivation art is written in an ancient tongue, and only a few people in the current era understand it. In order to learn this, you must have self-studied the ancient nine province language, right?"
Sun Mo asked.
"Yes!"
After hearing Sun Mo's words, Chen Ying's expression grew even more respectful. "Teacher, do you know the ancient language as well?"
"Are you not talking nonsense?"
Ying Baiwu was unhappy. "Is there anything my teacher doesn't know?"
Sun Mo's proficiency in the ancient language was expert-grade. It was sufficient for him to understand the majority of ancient texts.
