"Fire Coat True Scripture?" A deeply surprised Li Huowang reached out to take the peculiar book wrapped in translucent wax.
Through the solidified wax, Li Huowang could see the title. He immediately realized he was mistaken; what Jiang Yingzi spoke of wasn't the True Scripture, but the Canon.
The book's title was *Fire Coat Canon*.
Though the treatment process was immensely painful, Li Huowang was well aware of its tremendous value.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Li Huowang asked in astonishment.
"I thought it was something my benefactor wanted, so I prepared it especially for you. But I must say, it's not an easy book to master. You'll need to learn an unusual script first."
As Yingzi reached out her hand, the wax shell covering the book broke open, revealing its contents.
"This is…" Li Huowang's brow slowly furrowed.
It was a script composed of various circles—large circles encased smaller ones, which in turn contained small dots. Each circle was different from the next.
