Fang Yunzheng downed more than a dozen cups of wine in succession. Combined with the ceaseless contemplation and digestion of what he had heard, it was only then that he slowly suppressed the shock in his heart.
As he listened to Dongfang Sansan speak just now, Fang Yunzheng had only one feeling: from a certain point onward, the moment Dongfang Sansan opened his mouth, his soul had flown out of his body!
And he had remained in that out-of-body state, drifting and drifting...
Until he had finished listening.
Then he had drunk sixteen cups of wine.
Then he had thought deeply until now, and only at last had his soul returned to his body.
He set down his cup, vigorously rubbed his face with both hands, and only then said dreamily, "Ninth Master, it's not that I don't believe you... It's just that I feel as though I had a dream just now... or perhaps listened to you ramble in your sleep..."
Dongfang Sansan shook his head and laughed. "That's why I never dared say anything before."
"You knew from the very beginning..." Fang Yunzheng asked.
"How could that be possible?"
Dongfang Sansan gave a wry smile. "Even if your Ninth Master really were a god, he couldn't calculate things that accurately. It's just that this little fellow Fang Che truly has extraordinary luck. A road that never existed before—he staggered along it, one foot high and the other low, and forcibly walked out a broad, sunlit avenue!"
"I didn't have such thoughts at first either, but later, the child actually found a wife over there... You still remember your last conversation with me, right?"
Fang Yunzheng nodded.
Dongfang Sansan sighed. "At the time, you said, 'You have to think of something for your great-nephew...' From then on, I racked