Revisiting an Old Haunt

Ming Wan watched helplessly as Whitebrow carried the radio into his bedroom.

Then he turned and came back out.

Ming Wan said, "Master, I'm an internationally renowned meditation master now. I've achieved both fame and success. When do you plan to let me enter your secret chamber and behold Grandmaster's splendor?"

Whitebrow curled his lip. "When your mental power breaks through the tenth stage, I might consider it!"

Ming Wan was crestfallen.

He was currently at the seventh stage. Forget the tenth stage—even reaching the eighth was out of the question without five or seven years!

"Alas."

Ming Wan gazed toward Whitebrow's bedroom and murmured, "With my level of attainment, I truly cannot comprehend how Grandmaster managed to grasp something as intangible as mental power back then. Then, in one stroke, he created the twenty-four realms of mental power, left you meditation techniques, and finally shattered the void, stepping into the timeline!"

Whitebrow also wore a wistful expression. "You could never imagine the elegance your Grandmaster possessed in those days."

At this very moment.

At the entrance to Reincarnation Temple on Xiuxiang Mountain.

A young man in white climbed the final stone step and stood quietly in the moonlit breeze.

He glanced at the plaque.

Several months later, he had returned to this old place.

The last time he came here, though severely injured, he had still spent his days happily.

To Liu Di, this little temple was also a peaceful haven of ease and joy.

Liu Di's gaze flickered.

He had never expected that the important matter Ming Wan spoke of was coming overnight to meet Whitebrow.

It seemed the two shared a good personal relationship.

Perhaps if Whitebrow put in a word for him, Ming Wan would make an exception and guide him in training his mental power.