At the entrance to the mining area, Jiang Ping An and Su Jin walked side by side.
"There's no fixed time for obtaining the Death Curse Seal."
Su Jin's voice was gentle and soft. "To comprehend the Curse Seal, you have to enter the Death Temple. Someone with poor talent might fail almost as soon as they begin studying it."
"Back then, I spent more than thirty years trying to obtain this soul-type Death Curse Seal. Unfortunately, I only comprehended a tenth of it, not the complete seal."
Su Jin could not give him an exact figure.
Jiang Ping An thought for a moment. "Senior Sister Su, could you wait a dozen or so years before I decide? I have something important to take care of."
He had reached the final stage of comprehending the Second Floor of the Future Scripture. In another dozen or so years at most, he would master it completely.
Once he mastered the Second Floor, he would be able to see how his future self died.
He would learn what lay ahead, then decide what to do next.
If he had time, he would accompany Su Jin to her hometown.
"Of course. There's no rush."
Su Jin smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.
Jiang Ping An cupped his fists. "Thank you, Senior Sister."
She was willing to take him to comprehend a rare soul-type Death Curse Seal for free. Whether he obtained it or not, he owed her a debt of gratitude.
"Oh, no need to be so polite. If you accomplish great things someday, Junior Brother, just don't forget your senior sister."
Su Jin carried herself with poise, and her smile warmed the heart.
"I certainly won't forget your great kindness, Senior Sister!"
Those who had helped Jiang Ping An in the Mortal Realm