Zheng Qin quickly thanked, "Okay, I got it."
Zheng Qin secretly decided that he would start learning the script of the Divine Martial Realm tomorrow.
In this world, not understanding the script of the Divine Martial Realm and not speaking its language is really like a bird with clipped wings.
The competition hadn't officially started yet, and Zheng Qin wanted to chat with Ying Ziyao for a bit. He asked Ying Ziyao, "Uncle Ying, when you first came to the Ying Family in the Divine Martial Realm to study medicine, you were illiterate and didn't know the language here. How did you survive?"
Ying Ziyao was silent for a long time before saying, "In the five years I spent in the Ying Family's medicine field, the first year was like living as an invisible person. Apart from the old man at the medicine field's gate, no one spoke to me. I learned to read, write, and spoke the language with the old man. After a year, I left the medicine field for the first time to see the outside world."
