Xie Wushu had been copying scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion for three years. He had no spiritual roots and no connections. He was the most inconspicuous person in the academy.
Until one night, he saw four words that should not exist in a book of Kai Pai Ji.
Not an illusion. Those four words were stacked under the text, like the truth being suppressed, only he could see it.
He pressed his fingers up and felt something——
Then he realized that the history of this academy had never been the version he had memorized for eight years.
That's not the first place.
There are more in the Sutra Pavilion, and the rewritten contents all point in the same direction: someone is erasing what Yunlu Academy has done before, meticulously, patiently, using the same hand, and doing it for a long time.
Xie Wushu didn't know who that person was, the weight of those things that had been erased, or what it meant to see it all.
He only knows one thing:
He already knew, there was no way he could pretend not to know.
