Several days later, inside Chen Mu's bamboo building.
"Xiaozhuan?" Chen Mu raised an eyebrow as he looked at the brown scroll in his hand.
He had previously thought that the ghostly inscriptions were some sort of coded cipher, but it turned out to be a unique type of script.
Having been in Yunzhou for so long, he had never heard of Xiaozhuan.
Chen Mu's gaze turned to the gray wall with experience recorded on it.
Writing: 12/10000/Third Rank;
These past few days, he hadn't practiced elixir-making, instead holing up in his bamboo building, single-mindedly brushing up on his writing skills.
Once his writing reached the Third Rank, he would naturally comprehend the meaning contained within Xiaozhuan.
Unscrolling the scroll, Chen Mu stared intently at the dense Xiaozhuan characters, examining them one by one.
After looking at them for a while, those line-outlined characters seemed to slowly wriggle, almost as if coming to life.