"This is something unheard of. I want to know if it's true. Hey, this book was originally created by the dead Emperor to commemorate the beautiful lady who knew her own soul. It seems the deceased Emperor was a unique figure. Lin Yun couldn't help himself at first and reminisced about the elegance of the Ming Dynasty. He thought to himself, if he possessed even half the grace of the Ming Dynasty, he would die without complaint or regret."
"This book was created by none other than the ruthless Nether King, so it's absolutely real," the voice of Mystic White Jade echoed in Lin Yun's mind. Lin Yun shook his head, still finding it unimaginable. But he believed this book had been lying dormant in the library, untouched by anyone. Today, by chance, it fell into his lap. He considered it good fortune. If Lin Yun hadn't merged with Mystic Jade's spirit, even if Lin Yun had obtained this remote meditation, he wouldn't have understood the contents."
