These four large characters, seemingly etched with iron hooks and silver strokes, emanated an ancient, grand, and magnificent aura! Qin Feiyang's pupils contracted. Gazing at these words felt like stepping into an unfathomable world, an overwhelming sense of insignificance instinctively welling up within him. He could hardly imagine what kind of treasure Uncle Yuan had left him.
He reached out with trembling hands, attempting to pick up the iron book. However, Qin Feiyang was horrified to find that the iron book felt as if it weighed ten million pounds—he couldn't lift it! He withdrew his arm, took several deep breaths, and tried again to grasp the iron book. Still, it was no use. He couldn't even shift the metal box a fraction of an inch!
"Odd." Qin Feiyang's brow furrowed. After trying again with all his might to no avail, he gave up and decided to flip open the iron book's cover instead.