Translator: Pika

  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..