Bai Ze pondered deeply, yet he felt the brush in his claws buzzing and trembling. When he lowered his head to look, he saw the pitch-black bristles had turned even blacker.
They seemed even more ordinary than before.
Bai Ze lowered his gaze and caught a fleeting glimpse of a character on the shaft of the brush.
"Judgement?" Bai Ze read the character out loud, puzzled.
All Bai Zes of past generations had been historians in the Heavenly Court; that much he knew. Hence, they held countless secrets of heaven and earth. Even those ancient beings that had lived long enough could not compare to it in this regard.
Bai Ze even dared to assert that beings like Tai Zu and Phoenix Ancestor might not know as much about themselves as was recorded in the Bai Ze Building.
Nothing is left out of the Bai Ze Building!
But this brush… it was truly unrecorded. Had the Bai Ze Building omitted tales of Bai Ze?
That was curious indeed!
Little Bai Ze turned to look at the Bai Ze Building.
