A Page of Paper, Two Lines of Poetry

The torn page of the Golden Book, which had been hidden deep within him, just moved.

This was the first time since becoming its master!

Chen An’nian’s heart leaped to his throat.

“No matter the cost, I must obtain it!”

“It must be mine!”

In the midst of the crowd, Luo Youcai held the torn page of the Golden Book and remarked, “This stone book is quite peculiar. They say it’s made of gold, but it’s not.”

“We’ve tried various methods, such as burning, cutting, and soaking it in water, but none have harmed it in the slightest.”

“Without hiding anything, the seller even attempted blood recognition, as you all witnessed.”

Laughter erupted from the audience.

Luo Youcai continued to showcase it to everyone.

“As you can see, in the middle of this golden paper, there is a star, perhaps representing a mysterious power.”

“But forgive my limited abilities, for I have yet to discover the secrets of this stone book.”