The one before her wasn't yielding, and even if she tried to snatch it away, she would not succeed.
Nevertheless, he had a point in wanting to verify its authenticity.
As she looked at the chess manual, the girl felt a bit of her gloom lift, and couldn't help but glance again at the boy beside her.
She saw him take out another ancient book from his bundle and hand it to her.
"This... this is..."
Her breathing quickened, and as she opened the ancient book, she became engrossed in it, much like Zhao Rong when he comprehended the sword.
Zhao Rong, seeing her deep involvement, sat quietly aside and did not disturb her.
The girl flipped through the ancient book, moving strands of bothersome hair out of her way as if entering a whole new world.
Shortly after.
When a pair of jade hands rested upon the zither, a tune that lingered hauntingly began to resonate from the Octagonal Pavilion!
Suddenly...
A gushing wind arose, dusk approached, and snow danced chaotically.
