The old man did not attack, seeing Richard flipping through the pages, he just stood there, quietly watching. After a long while, he sighed, "Alas, it seems you really don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, always doing things beyond your capability. This is not good for you—very bad!"
"But right now, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with me," Richard replied.
"But you haven't gained what you desired either," the old man said. "Boy, take a look at the book in your hands."
Hm?
Richard's eyebrows twitched, still focusing most of his attention on the old man, quickly glanced at the pages of the book in his hands, then paused.
He saw that the pages of the book held pristine whiteness.
White, pure white, without any text.
This was—
Richard quickly flipped through the pages, rustling as he flipped backwards, but even after going through the entire book, he found not a single word.
"Snap!"
