Unfasten the leather clasp.
Open the milky white cover.
The thick pages rustled between fingers, providing an unusually satisfying feeling. Strings of vividly red spells floated between the pages, possessing a slight haze in their three-dimensionality.
Zheng Qing looked at those unfamiliar and obscure spell formulas, feeling as if he knew each character of them, but when combined, every segment of spell seemed so alien.
What surprised him even more was that he found he didn't need to chant the spells from the law book out loud like normal incantations.
Merely by skimming over them, corresponding reflections flashed in his mind, and the spells on the law book would light up one by one, with deep red light as striking and brilliant as a sunrise emerging from below the horizon.
Immediately, the forbidden spell aura within the warlock, which had almost reached a boiling point, became tamed like a fiery horse saddled and bridled. Of course, tame does not mean it vanished.
