C191 Seal

"Since you're set on leaving, Young Master, I won't insist on your staying. I, an old man, have little of value to offer. Please, accept this poem I've written."

The elder nudged the book forward with a rigid smile, his gaze fixed anxiously on the tome.

This book was the culmination of his thousand-year endeavor, nearly transformed into his life's magical treasure.

In the past