The iron sword flew through the air, and Xie Zheng was thrown into disarray by the wind.
He could never have imagined that the cheap master he thought had been dead for over a decade had never been in that coffin.
He had half-learned the Divination Skill, and understood the weight of fate.
Some things could be asked, some things couldn't be asked... It was clear that Mr. Gu Shen knew his "teacher," otherwise he wouldn't have traveled all the way to the Tundra just to look at a coffin.
Thus, Xie Zheng held back his curiosity and didn't mention a word.
Gu Shen, of course, saw all of this.
On the return journey.
He suddenly spoke: "Aren't you curious about who that person is?"
"If Mr. Gu Shen should let Xie Zheng know, he would speak."
Xie Zheng said obediently, "If Mr. Gu Shen doesn't say, it means I'm not meant to know."
Gu Shen had a look of appreciation in his eyes.
This youngster had a promising future, learning half of the Divination Skill hadn't been in vain.
