"Is this the Ancient Stele of Fortune?"
Qin Zi gazed at the towering ancient stele not far away, his face showing a mix of shock and yearning.
What a terrifying presence!
What level of treasure could this be, that just a glance makes him feel breathless?
He is a Martial Emperor, after all.
"Comprehend it well. In this Ancient Stele of Fortune, there is endless inheritance. How much you can comprehend depends on your perseverance."
Yes, he talked about perseverance.
Which indirectly misled Qin Xiaozhu — comprehending this has no limit; it's all about persistence!
"Dad, don't worry, I'll do my best to get as much fortune as possible!"
Qin Zi said confidently.
"Good, focus on your comprehension, don't worry about safety, I'll protect you."
Qin Chuan said kindly.
"Dad, aren't you going to comprehend it yourself? The things in this stele should be useful to you too, right?"
Qin Zi hesitated and said.
