There wasn't the slightest hint of emotional fluctuation, nor any other reaction from her body, as if her fingers had touched nothing at all.
Yet Han Bing's hand remained in place, not retracted.
And Tang Feng's fingers also remained still.
He looked down.
His gaze settled on the ancient-looking book.
Soon after, Tang Feng's pupils contracted slightly.
Qin seal script.
The Heavenly Book of Night Wandering left to him by his grandfather was written entirely in Qin seal script, and from a young age, his grandfather had forced him to learn it.
So, at first glance, he recognized the strange and peculiar characters in the ancient book as Qin seal script.
Nine Tripods.
The content he saw pertained to the Nine Tripods.
At that moment.
Watching Tang Feng with a slight frown as he looked at the book in their hands, a faint ripple of emotion appeared for the first time in Han Bing's eyes.
A flash of surprise that vanished in an instant.
