"So all of this guy's skills as a Witch Priest came from this book." Ying Ji marveled, her eyes fixed on the Sheepskin Book, glinting with curiosity and anticipation.
She had vied with the culprit both openly and in the shadows, fighting him to a stalemate. It seemed the Witch Priest knowledge recorded in the Sheepskin Book was truly extraordinary! 'If I can cross-reference and merge it with my family's own inherited knowledge,' she thought, 'it's bound to elevate our traditions to a whole new level!'
At this thought, Ying Ji grew excited, but also troubled.
The problem was, she couldn't understand the script, which was used in the Ancient Dian Kingdom's Witch Priest rituals. No one in her family could decipher these bizarre, insect-like characters.
'I can only rely on Zhao Yuan…' After a moment of hesitation, Ying Ji spoke up. "Zhao Yuan, I have a request, though I'm not sure if you'll agree."
Zhao Yuan didn't commit immediately. "What is it? Why don't you tell me first."
