Zu An was currently seated in front of a desk, reading through some documents on a tortoise shell. A civilization without paper meant that daily life was terribly inconvenient.  He had to carry bones around with him day after day. Aside from tortoise shells, he had to lug around cow bones, sheep bones… It seemed as though any sort of bone that could be carved on was used.

“Even bamboo slips would be better than this,” Zu An complained. At least it was his soul that had entered this trial, which meant that he could understand these oracle script and converse normally with the people of this world. Not being able to read or write while in this trial would have been truly terrible.

A shadow fell across him, and the scent of a young lady gently filled his senses. Zu An raised his head to look at the maid in front of him. “Xiao Tuo, why are you here?”

In truth, Zu An had already made a rough guess, given the nervousness in her expression and the tension in her body.

Xiao Tuo...