A wry smile appeared on Li Qinghai’s face as he looked at his father who had a serious expression. He shook his head earnestly and said, “Everything I said is true. They are not in the slightest false. When Wang Ke handed these three runes to me, the symbols drawn in cinnabar ink on the yellow paper hadn’t dried completely. I found out about that immediately, so I am affirmative that these runes are not drawn by others.”

The old man took a deep breath and slowly ...