Yi Yun sat down cross-legged in front of the wall with the four sentences written on it.
He figured that the old man must have brought him here to take a look at the four lines of words.
This ancient tomb was already empty. Before there were battle sabers, treasures and inheritance buried here, but they were all gone now, and the only thing left behind was the tomb owner's words.
These words were filled with a relentless dominance that was shocking to behold!
"Oh? These words…"
After Yi Yun stared at the four lines for a while, he realized that they contained an inexplicable concept. Each word, each stroke, was shiny, like a saber beam that seemed to break out from the wall! It was as if these words were a display of saber techniques!
Upon discovering this, Yi Yun began focusing his spirit and stared unblinkingly at the four lines.
