"Fellow Daoist, what are you carving?"
Late at night, Chi Xiang saw that Chen Chen was carving a mess of symbols again, so he came over and asked curiously.
"It's a type of Heavenly Dao script. You Don't understand it," Chen Chen replied indifferently.
Chi Xiang's expression was a bit embarrassed when he heard this. He thought that he was knowledgeable and learned, but he really couldn't understand the script carved by this person at all.
However, he could tell that it was a type of writing that had become a system and wasn't randomly carved.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by carving such a stone tablet and throwing it into that world?" Chi Xiang asked again.
Hearing this, Chen Chen grinned and said, "Same as you. I think it's very interesting when I think of the natives there scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks, thinking hard but getting nothing out of it."
"I see..."
