Chen Yi's gaze also fell on those books and dossiers, many pages already yellowed with curled edges, some covers even bore traces of insect damage, evidently from a very distant era.
With such an extensive collection of volumes, Qin Qingluo had clearly devoted a significant amount of effort to reading and researching while he was away.
Qin Qingluo picked up the thickest of them, an ancient text with a cover as black as ink, the pages made a hoarse rustling as she flipped through them. She turned to a middle page, pointing to a vague, roughly drawn woodcut illustration and a few lines of obscure classical text,
"The clues you are tracing point not to ordinary heretics. According to these dust-covered secret records, around fifty years ago, there was a startling division and purge within the Divine Sect, and many of the names and deeds of those involved were either intentionally obscured or recorded in chaos."
