"Your hands are shaking?"
"Not just my hands—my whole body is shaking."
Chu Qing...
Second Generation Yin Tianzi's reaction disappointed him.
"Stay calm!"
"Take a deep breath!"
"Come, pick up the book and tell me the name written on it!"
Second Generation Yin Tianzi took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he picked up the book.
He gritted his teeth and secretly pinched himself before saying in a trembling voice:
"Shackle Martial Ancestor: Notes of Shangguan Sheng!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Chu Qing clapped and chuckled. "See? You only had to read out a name."
"Do you really think he can sense it?"
"He's merely a Martial Ancestor. Nothing to make such a fuss over."
Huff! Huff! Huff!
Second Generation Yin Tianzi repeatedly drew deep breaths and slowly exhaled.
That name was simply too terrifying.
Because:
According to historical records, the Shackle Martial Ancestor had died long, long ago—so long ago that even history could not be bothered to record it.
Yet:
A Martial Ancestor who should have been dead had left notes on ordinary paper.
If it was fake, then it was merely a prank, not worth paying attention to.
But what if it was real?
In Second Generation Yin Tianzi's view, it was real.
After all, no one would have nothing better to do than impersonate a Martial Ancestor's name and stir up trouble.
"Chu Qing, the Martial Ancestor is still alive?"
"And he appeared in the restricted zone!"
"If... if this news gets out, I'm afraid it will cause a tremendous uproar!"
Chu Qing smiled. "So what?"
"This storm won't affect you or me!"
Second Generation Yin Tianzi gave a bitter smile. "A grain of dust from the tides of an era becomes a towering mountain when it falls upon us."
"How could it not affect us?"