Su Qinhu quickly looked over.
He saw that the remnant scroll was tattered and inconspicuous; even if it were thrown into a garbage heap, people wouldn't glance at it twice. But upon seeing the book, Su Qinhu immediately became extremely tense and said:
"Master, this is the remnant sword manual that my family's ancestor once obtained in a dilapidated Sword Palace! This sword manual contains supreme Sword Dao, but because..."
"Oh? It contains Sword Dao?"
Ye Qingchen raised his eyebrows, already reaching out to grasp it.
In an instant.
The sword manual flew to him through the air, landing in his hand.
He saw that the sword manual was not thick, roughly only ten or so pages, made of material that was neither paper nor leather, yet it felt immensely solid. Upon flipping it open, almost half was missing. Even what remained had parts of its content missing.
But the remaining words were as precious as pearls, seemingly containing infinite Sword Dao.
"Master, don't look!"
