The stele bore faint traces of runes, barely discernible without close attention.
"This is…" Lin Xuan examined it carefully, yet he realized he couldn't recognize the runes.
"These should be ancient characters, probably uncommon nowadays," spoke Lord of Wine suddenly.
"Drunken Uncle, you know ancient characters?" Lin Xuan was surprised. "You aren't from the ancient era, are you?"
Lord of Wine did not answer Lin Xuan's question but said in a grave tone, "The characters are merely a tool, the true essence lies in those spiritual thoughts, ponder on them intently."
Hearing Lord of Wine's words, Lin Xuan also put away his smiling face and earnestly sensed the information left on the stele.
Suddenly, a chilling cold emanated from the stele, enveloping the sky and earth.
