In the dim light of the woodshed, Lu Chen frowned deeply, his fingers constantly rubbing against the parchment. Those strange symbols seemed to possess a certain magic, deeply captivating him. Huo Yao waited anxiously to the side, occasionally glancing outside the shed, her inner unease spreading as time ticked by.
"Well? Do you have any leads?" Huo Yao couldn't help asking, a trace of trembling in her voice.
Lu Chen let out a long breath and shook his head. "These symbols are even more complex than I imagined. I need more time."
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