I am a book. Blank. The cover is cracked and the spine is falling apart.
There is only one voice in my mind: Collect 22 skills and carve them in - 12 heaven-level books and 10 local-level books. Engraved full, I am complete. Moment dissatisfied, I dissipate.
I found the first one, Prefecture Level·Shuiyue Jinghua. She transformed into a girl in a white dress, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a vicious mouth and a soft heart. She got into the pages of my book and the engraving was successful.
Then I found myself weaker.
The second book also found clues, eight hundred miles away. As soon as I took a look, it replied to me: "It's too weak, don't come to me."
That is a heaven-level technique. The golden eyes that were eight hundred miles away almost crushed me.
OK. I wrote it down.
A tattered book and a candle. There are 22 blank pages, fill them in slowly.
No heroine. Not ambiguous. There are only books, exercises, and a road that must be completed.
