Hum——
Hum——
The sky was already dark, and the heavy snoring akin to a bull's kept echoing.
The entire room was filled with various types of rice paper, especially on the table where a large pile was stacked. Each paper was inscribed with all sorts of symbols, all in a script that contemporary people couldn't understand.
Not only were there texts, but also numerous sketches drawn with a pen.
The things in the sketches looked strange and didn't fit reality; there were not only landscape paintings but many indescribable wonders, enormous creatures, and even somewhat modern items.
These were not merely the depictions by Jiang Feng but also Liu Xianzi's manuscripts, and undoubtedly, these were the results of the siblings' hard work for three entire days and nights.
Yes, three days and nights.
