Upon hearing this, Pei Xingyuan immediately looked up and thought for a moment. Although he hadn't recalled anything, he quickly regained his composure and said with delight, "It's really like this!"
Seeing him like this, Shen Wuzheng also pursed his lips.
But the next moment, thinking more deeply, Pei Xingyuan furrowed his brow and said bitterly, "But even if that's the case, what on earth does it mean? It's impossible that there's an actual book showing her everything that's going to happen in the future, right? Wouldn't that be a celestial script? Then wouldn't she be a deity? How could that be?"
Shen Wuzheng shook his head with a smile, "How could it be possible."
As he spoke, a glint of cold sharpness flashed in his eyes, "Even if she truly were a deity—"
Pei Xingyuan didn't catch that clearly, just looked at him, "What?"
