"Ah, what a mysterious stone slab, but unfortunately we can't see anything on it."
[Ghost Valley] said regrettably.
Every day he would take out this stone slab to study a bit, but from the day he got it from Wu Xiaoyao until now, he had never seen any writings or patterns on it.
To him, it seemed to be nothing more than an indestructible and enigmatic object of unknown material.
Rustle, rustle—
Perhaps the conversation among the three was too loud, there came some sounds of packing up from within the tent, followed by the ripping sound of chains. A young man, who looked about the same age as [Ghost Valley], walked out from inside.
The young man's appearance was not outstanding; his skin was not particularly fair, and he even looked somewhat tanned as if he had been sunburned from years of farming under the sun. He had a slightly flattened nose and a few acne scars on his face.
He had the kind of ordinary appearance that would make him hard to find if he were lost in a crowd.
