Swoosh!
In front of Jian Wushuang appeared an ancient beast skin manuscript.
"You can take a look at this scroll!" said the elder.
Jian Wushuang's eyes widened, fixed on the ancient manuscript. After staring at it for a while, he shook his head.
"Senior, this... I can't understand it!"
He could read ancient texts, but this particular ancient manuscript seemed to use a unique script, possibly belonging to a specific ethnic group. The symbols at the top were entirely unfamiliar to him. If he recognized even a few, he could deduce the content.
Qiuhuang patted his forehead, embarrassed. "Haha, my mistake. I forgot you wouldn't recognize it. This is the script of the Giant God Clan. Those big fools have long vanished in the starry sky."
The Giant God Clan!
