Feng Luochun patted Ah Chen's shoulder and looked regretful, "Dad, I don't seem to have this talent. Just looking at books about cultivation makes my eyes blur."
Actually, it wasn't that exaggerated, they really could make one's head spin.
It's just that these books are so mystical that he couldn't understand them, as if reading heavenly scriptures, so of course, he felt dizzy.
In fact, he only glanced through some basic knowledge books about mystical skills and didn't really read them carefully. In other words, he wasn't really interested in them.
Feng Luochun was adept at making paper effigies, that skill was unquestionable.
"Alright, Dad, I just wanted to show them to you, not to make you learn them, don't be so nervous." Ah Chen laughed.
Feng Luochun hated reading the most. When the commissioner's grandmother was still around, she had complained about Feng Luochun skipping classes and getting spanked as a child.
