The title page of the diary read "Handwritten by Han San, descendant of the Divine Race," with each character neatly written in a rather thin script, making both Li Jiaojiao and Jia Yulan feel somewhat ashamed.
Then, Jia Yulan turned to the first page of the main content.
"Finally arrived at the Southern River Basin of Mystique Kingdom, time to start writing that annoying diary again, so annoying!"
"Who writes diaries these days?"
"But, keeping a diary is a tradition of our Divine Race, I can't just not write it, otherwise, I'll get my head knocked by the Elders later, so frustrating!"
That's all that was written on the first page, along with the time of writing, which was already three years ago.
"Pfft! I can't stop laughing." Li Jiaojiao covered her mouth with her hand.
