Ma Jingjing and the others whispered among themselves while Qing Ye, Qing Qu, and Zard discussed going hunting for wild game.
Qing Chen sat by the campfire and said in a low voice, "Bro, I have another matter."
Shadow, with great interest, poked at the firewood with a stick, "Go ahead, what do you need from me? You used to be so unwilling to believe me, but now you speak to me without any reservations. It's good."
Qing Chen's eyes lit up, "In Qing's Family, do you still have some written materials that you don't understand?"
"Hmm?" Shadow was taken aback, "Why are you asking about this?"
Qing Chen replied, "Actually, the method of Quanzhen came from this. The text recorded belongs to a minority in the Outer World; people in the Inner World can't understand it, but the Outer World has ways to translate it."
