Yang Zhen saw everything very clearly. This old lady was none other than Grandma.
Just after the stone tablet was unearthed, Grandma carried it away. Watching her face filled with tension, excitement and carefulness, Yang Zhen came out bewildered, drew the Great Missing Sword, and carved out another tablet.
Look, what did the Sao Saint say again?
If making a few counterfeits can stop wars and turn them into peace treaties, then why keep fighting and killing?
Yang Zhen made another tablet. To ensure it was perfect, he even risked his life to activate the Emperor's Mark within his body and once more infused some of the emperor's qi into the newly made tablet.
Looking at the dazzlingly beautiful stone tablet radiating with soft imperial qi, Yang Zhen was very satisfied. He placed it back in position and hid, waiting to see what would happen.
