Over the past three hundred years, the Xinglong Zhao family prospered thanks to this treasure land, having opened spiritual fields and medicine fields measuring in the thousands of mu, truly the envy of onlookers.
But let's get to the point!
Faced with Zhao Xuanjing's demanding inquiry, Zhao Sheng showed no fear and with a flip of his hand, a somewhat antiquated booklet and a azure jade scroll appeared.
"Ancestor, please do not wrongfully accuse Great-Grandfather. As for how I knew this secret? The truth lies within this booklet; you'll see once you look at it," he said.
As he spoke, Zhao Sheng handed over the booklet.
With skepticism, Zhao Xuanjing took the booklet and opened it, only to be physically shaken and his eyes widened with shock.
"This is... Uncle Seven's... handwriting?!"
Looking at the familiar handwriting on the booklet, Zhao Xuanjing's normally steady hands began to tremble slightly, his face showing an expression of deep reminiscence.
