Reading the dates, Han Yu reckoned the second alchemist to touch this old book had likely lived during the same era.
But then what about the original?
The 116th year of Yuan predated that by an unknown margin, making this book potentially thousands of years older than the tomb itself.
Han Yu stared at the ink-stained pages, stunned into silence. His hands trembled slightly as he flipped through the contents again. Many of the herbs listed within were completely unfamiliar to him. Their names did not exist in any compendium he had ever read, nor in the sect's libraries. Some might be extinct, others perhaps called by different names long ago.
It was as though he were reading a window into a lost age of alchemy.
