"
After dinner and parting ways with Sun Jian, Fang Yuan returned to the university, found a quiet corner and started to examine his loots.
The ancient scriptures in his hands were torn and dirty, but he could vaguely tell where it came from.
"I've read about it in the history books before. This
Without paying too much attention to the handwriting, Fang Yuan opened the scripture and flipped to a few pages which felt abnormal.
"Hehe…"
These pages were thin like a dragonfly's wings. They were smooth and words cluttered on the page, describing the scripture.