"Ha ha ha ha! I knew from childhood that I wasn't an ordinary person!"
Zhu Hanyi's reaction was completely different from Wan Haihao's. His eyes shone as he immediately grabbed his own book and burst out laughing. "I always wanted to become extraordinary, but I could never achieve it. I'd even started to doubt my talent."
"Now that I look at it, I really am a god reincarnated into the mortal world, with an immortal's bone structure and bearing!"
Watching the two of them act like the polar opposites of winter and summer, Song Chu couldn't help but comment, "The person on the book covers really is the two of you. There's no mistake. I can testify to that."
"Also..."
"Recovering your former memories won't change your personalities, nor can it grant you extraordinary talent."
"Governor of Ranzhou already said it before. There are only two ways to acquire extraordinary talent, so listen carefully!"
Zhu Hanyi seemed to have fallen into a state of fanaticism and couldn't hear a word anyone else said. Like a madman, he quickly opened the book titled Direct Disciple of the Sword Head: The Biography of Zhu Hanyi.
When he opened the first page and saw only the first paragraph, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Zhu Hanyi was passionate about the sword path. Though cold on the outside, he was warm within—sincere, kindhearted, and compassionate. During the Lotus City Demonic Mountain Battle, he died while saving others. Though lacking in ability, he was still a qualified guardian."
Dead?
Zhu Hanyi stood there dumbfounded, his entire body rigid.
Wasn't this book supposed to be about the story of his past life?
It had killed him off in the very first sentence. Who was it going to write about afterward?
Could this