Chapter 162 Manuscript

The thread-bound book with a blue cover had slightly curled page corners and a slight yellow tinge to its pages, showing its many years.

And emblazoned on that cover in brilliant characters were the four words "Records of the Mountain Moon".

Zhao Guangming felt as though his blood was rushing to his head, his entire body trembling.

Zhao Guangming bit down hard on his tongue, a faint taste of blood filling his mouth, before he gradually began to come to his senses.

Zhao Guangming, shaking uncontrollably, took out a pair of presbyopic glasses from his pocket and placed them on his nose. Looking through the lenses, his legs grew even weaker.

The four characters now appeared even more distinct!

Zhao Guangming's mind went blank with fear, "Could this... this be the manuscript of 'Records of the Mountain Moon'?"