“Yes, I’ll be careful.” The sickly beauty obviously understood the intent behind his words. Seeing how tense he was for her sake, a sweet feeling rose in her heart.
“It’s a pity that although I inherited the knowledge, my understanding of the Runes still isn’t enough.” Yue Yang sighed. He had obtained a mountain of treasures, as well as the key to open it, but his power alone wasn’t enough to move such a large mountain.
It was like learning a language. He could read and write every word, but he had no way of writing out an entire essay.
Being able to understand the Runes didn’t mean he could use them.
Of course, Yue Yang still hadn’t completely absorbed the knowledge inherited from the pitiful guy’s mother. After he had digested it all, he’d definitely be able to use the Runes. Right now, he could only feel impatience, which was why he had sighed.
The sickly beauty hurriedly assured him.
She knew that being able to gain this passed down knowledge was already the greatest fortune.