Hey!
How could it end here?
Qin Shi cried out inwardly and hurriedly circulated the Void Meditation Method. His Mental Strength was nearly exhausted, but he managed to squeeze out wisps of it, like a giant net catching the faint ripples that lingered from the distant past.
But Marshal Qin's voice was growing fainter, harder to make out. The mighty figure in the military greatcoat gradually blurred and faded.
I only remembered a third of it—the incomplete version of the Martial God Method!
Qin Shi was deeply regretful. He might not even have a use for it, but it had come from Marshal Qin, the highest-ranking founding hero of Eastern Xia and the most powerful of the Nine Marshals. There was no harm in getting his hands on it.
The rift in the open void slowly closed. The heavenly light that had poured down for a month finally ceased, and the world gradually returned to calm.
Qin Shi was still sitting cross-legged on the lotus stone seat. He had gained a great deal from this trip. Not only had he made a huge leap in his spiritual cultivation and condensed the beginnings of a Saint Embryo.
He had also cleansed his mortal body, enhanced his Flesh Activity, and stabilized the new transformation brought on by the Fourth Limit.
And he'd gotten his fill of gossip!
He had pieced together some of the history between Marshal Qin and the Deputy Marshal, as well as why He Lanchán had died so inexplicably.
"The key is whatever the Deputy Marshal brought back from the Imperial Capital. It must involve some earth-shattering secret, something that even the Nine Marshals, who shone over Eastern Xia like the sun, couldn't take lightly."
Qin Shi pondered. He had received He Lanchán's legacy from the Yancheng Qin Family.