"Are you sure this book in my hands is indeed the original of the Giant Mountain Breathing Method? Is it the Breathing Skill obtained by your ancestors all those years ago?"
Colin caressed the Giant Mountain Breathing Method, then spoke up again to ask.
"Sir, it's been so long, I cannot be certain..."
Conmonds' face showed difficulty; it had been over three hundred years ago, how could he be certain.
Colin bowed his head again to flip through the Breathing Skill.
Whether the ancestors of the Wood Family had fabricated a tale, or if there was truth to it, it was indeed hard to discern after three hundred years.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat in his heart, but deep down he still hadn't completely given up, so he said to Conmonds:
"Tell me about the demon invasion that happened three hundred years ago."
"Of course, sir." Conmonds nodded, paused to organize his words, and then began:
