Vermilion clouds billowed above, brimming with sword shadows, the piercing wind howling.
The cold wind and snow slapped relentlessly against faces.
Xiao Ruoching's long eyelashes fluttered, his heart pounding wildly. His small hands tightly grasped the book, "The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique," his body unsure of what posture to adopt.
Did he know everything from the beginning?
By giving me this cultivation technique, did he already foresee that I would inevitably burn down the ancestral tomb?
Did he know all of this from the start?
Did he... possibly know that I am a reincarnator?
No! Impossible!
Xiao Ruoching's breathing grew somewhat ragged, his chest rising and falling dramatically. The tattered silk stockings on his legs were nearly torn to shreds from his overwhelming nervousness, and his pair of misty eyes dared not meet Su Bei's gaze.
Not far from Su Bei, Jun Wuxie's mouth hung wide open as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
