Yang Zhen had never been so excited before, as if he was in the African savannah, surrounded by nothing but black people and leopards, teetering on the edge of despair when suddenly, he heard someone selling spicy strips. This kind of mental shock made Yang Zhen's breath grow rapid.
"What... what is this?" The Third Saintess had a shock in her eyes; she too saw the ancient Chinese character and the brilliant light that burst from it.
It was awe-inspiring and breathtaking.
Yang Zhen grinned, glanced at the Third Saintess, and said, "This is a type of character from our village, called Chinese characters, the most powerful script in the world."
The Third Saintess was obviously startled, then immediately nodded seriously and asked, "Indeed, the power that bursts from these characters is shockingly powerful. But… what character is it?"
"Lin!"
When Yang Zhen casually uttered the pronunciation of the character, his whole body was shocked in an instant.
Rumble!
