Chapter 230 - Small Book (1/2)

Chapter 230: Small Book

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Sunlight shone through the skylight and shone on the old le, he looked like an ordinary old man His hair hite, and his face was covered in wrinkles

He looked very ordinary Wei Huo hid and approached the old man

TheThis ordinary notebook was the Codex Rule Power flowed in the book Whoever’s name ritten in it had to abide by the laws in the Codex forever Otherwise, they would die

That was the rule

Wei Huo arrived in front of the old man and saw his eyes He really wanted to knohat the man who ruled the city with the mere lift of a pen was like He wanted to kno sharp his eyes were Was this what a real emperor was like?

Unexpectedly, the old e of kindness He was just an ordinary old man He could not be any more ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders was not ordinary at all

The old man waited for about three ht, but at the saht Threetime, but it was very precious to the old man The period of peace he could enjoy was probably only three

He did not want to think about anything Actually, he was happy about so

Then, the old man picked up the fountain pen

At that ht His sharp eyes seeh the stone table

There was no doubt that the fountain pen was just an ordinary fountain pen There was nothing special about it In fact, because it had been used for long periods of writing, it had been burnished from the friction The paint on its surface had also worn off

However, the old man who had picked up the brush seemed to have turned into a God at that moment The aura emitted from his body made this small world become a Divine Reale so drastically after they picked up a brush? That was probably because countless people’s fates were tied to this old man from the moment he picked up the brush

The old olden fountain pen The tip of the pen flickered with golden light, and beautiful patterns were carved on it There was a crack at the tip of the pen, and black ink began to drip down froolden tip was split into two by black ink

Then, the old man picked up his pen and looked at the infor the na fast, but his strokes were firm He made every stroke very seriously, as this name would decide a person’s life

Wei Huo walked over and sat opposite the olddo na narance was e effect

However, when the old man wrote the tenth naure had appeared

The oldaura was suddenly cut off His eyes flickered non-stop and eventually became calm and peaceful He lifted his pen but did not write the re half of the name He covered the pen with the cap and looked up at Wei Huo calmly

The old man saw Wei Huo’s eyes They were a pair of eyes that contained nirvanic exterh they were a botto when he saw those eyes

He closed his notebook and put away his fountain pen He then walked aside, poured two cups of tea, and placed a cup on the stone table in front of Wei Huo