The diary ends here, and there's nothing more below.
Since the text was written a millennium ago, Lu Bei had nowhere to apply for an update and had to leave it at that.
Even if he searched, it would be of no use. Its author had gone and never returned, the diary had become his final piece, likely perished in the last battle.
"Lu Bei, what does it say above?" Seeing Lu Bei's contemplative frown, She Huan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"Local customs, which family is noble, which one can be bargained with, which one offers the best service... All sorts of messy things, I, Lu, didn't understand a word." Lu Bei criticized with a serious face.
Hearing this, She Huan rolled her eyes. She guessed that the gravestone contained major secrets, likely related to the fall of Yiliang, but since Lu Bei didn't want to elaborate, she refrained from asking further.
