Lin Dun brought the painting to Nan Jianyi and asked, "Do you recognize this script?"
Nan Jianyi stared at it for a long time before shaking his head blankly.
The Soul Baby in the Forest Dust ocean screamed, "What words, let me see, let me see."
"Idiot."
Lin Dun reproached himself. He had almost forgotten that there was a mysterious Soul Baby in the ocean who might recognize this script.
"Of course," said the Soul Treasure, "this script is ancient. It reads..."
On hearing the Soul Treasure's words, Lin Dun's face turned solemn, feeling the painting in his hand as light as a feather and the time as heavy as Taishan.
