Lin Heng had been silent for a long time, slightly bent over with his hands crossed, sitting right in front of the large window at the front end of the starship, his head lowered, lost in thought while facing the vastness of the interstellar.
After a while, he finally moved, reaching out to pick up a book from the floor. The book seemed quite old, with an ancient charm and a sense of home. He had once secretly investigated its civilization system, and it should belong to a medium-level martial arts world.
The content was somewhat... strange?
At this moment, as Lin Heng picked up the book, its pages naturally turned. His fingers happened to rest on a page, and his gaze, like deep cold water, silently fell upon a line of text.
——On the cold river, white leads, the hundred Yue intertwine, thousands of sails over the place of ten thousand miles of conquest, looking back, the mountain wilderness dims, a place of no return.
