Ning Dongge and Zhang Ji Yuan stared curiously at this stack of thick silk books.
Chu Zhiyuan picked up one book, opened it, and seemed lost in thought.
Zhang Ji Yuan asked curiously, "Little Junior Brother, are these martial arts insights?"
Chu Zhiyuan handed the silk book in his hand over.
Zhang Ji Yuan took it, opened it, looked at it helplessly, and shook his head: "I can't understand it."
Chu Zhiyuan picked up another book and handed it to Ning Dongge.
Ning Dongge took a look at it and said helplessly: "I really can't understand, is this... Divine Language?"
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
"Little Junior Brother, do you understand the Divine Language?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded: "A bit, yes."
"Divine Language..." Both shook their heads and sighed: "It must have been lost long ago."
Zhang Ji Yuan said: "No wonder you're so remarkable, Little Junior Brother, you actually know Divine Language."
