Fang Lin glared at the crooked line of words. It was as ugly as it could possibly be. Anyone with poor eyesight probably wouldn't even recognize what those characters were.
If Fang Lin hadn't already known that his father's handwriting was always atrocious, even he might not have been able to tell that this was left behind by his father, Fang Qingye.
Upon seeing this line of text, Fang Lin immediately knew that his father had definitely been here once.
"Father once said that when he ventured into the Ten Thousand Mountains back then, his cultivation wasn't at its peak yet. After countless brushes with death, he found himself cornered in a desperate situation. It was then that a Nine-Colored Deer appeared to guide him out, allowing him to escape with his life and catch a glimpse of the Divine Mountain." Fang Lin muttered to himself and reached out, wanting to touch the line of engravings that seemed to have been etched ages ago.
