The pages of the ancient book were yellowed and exuded a faint, aged scent of ink. Qin Zhizhi gently traced her fingertip across them, and a strange symbol abruptly came into view.
It was neither ordinary text nor a standard pattern, but rather resembled some ancient totem. Complex lines intertwined and coiled together, exuding a mysterious aura.
Qin Zhizhi's gaze was firmly captured. She couldn't help but reach out, her fingertips lightly rubbing the rough surface of the paper as she felt the contours of the symbol.
Chapter 177