"What?!" Zhao Yu put down his chopsticks and asked, "You know these hexagram poems?"
The place where his mother pointed really was where Zhao Yu recorded the complicated hexagram poems from the system. Zhao Yu had looked for the explanation for very long but no one understood them.
Worn out the iron shoes hunting around, and it was found without even looking for it!
"Who knew, the one who understood was right before my eyes, and she is my mother!" Zhao Yu thought. "Goodness gracious. If I really could understand the hexagram poems, it would really help me with adventures in the future!"