"So, do you want to learn it?"
Hearing this, Xuanwu's first instinct was to say yes.
'But something isn't right,' it thought. It immediately said, "You're lying. Humans love to lie. The Mijie Sacred Image is a Supreme Treasure Manual. How could it possibly be recorded on a single sheepskin scroll?
Even if it could be, an ordinary person like you could never comprehend it.
Not unless you show it to me first."
Jiang Zuo looked at Xuanwu and began to recite, "Mijie Sacred Image: a self becomes sacred, gathering images beyond the sacred..."
As it heard Jiang Zuo's voice, Xuanwu felt a deafening roar, as if a shackle on its body was breaking.
This feeling, both foreign and familiar... there was no mistaking it. This was the Holy Beast Treasure Manual, the Mijie Sacred Image.
However, just as Xuanwu was about to comprehend the Treasure Manual, the feeling came to an abrupt halt, leaving it extremely uncomfortable.
