"Zixu, Non-Existent? This Way of the Scholar sounds rather strange. Could it be that the Yan An we saw wasn't the real person, but an incarnation?" Shen Tang immediately felt a throbbing pain in her brain. This world really did have every bizarre ability imaginable.
Did science even have a future here?
The coffin lid had probably already been nailed shut.
Gongshu Wu first nodded, then shook his head, leaving Shen Tang utterly baffled. She had no idea what he meant.
Fortunately, Gongshu Wu had no intention of keeping her guessing.
"If Yan An wasn't lying back then, Your Lordship's guess should be eight or nine parts out of ten correct. But if he was lying, then it's hard to say." Gongshu Wu paused, then asked in return, "Does Your Lordship think that Yan An, as a Literary Scholar, would reveal everything?"
He wasn't deliberately painting the whole group with the same brush. It was simply that every Literary Scholar owned three residences, thanks to the saying, "A crafty rabbit has three burrows."
Especially when it came to a secret trump card like the Way of the Scholar, they would never let outsiders see through it easily. They always had to keep something in reserve.
Gongshu Wu leaned toward Yan An having held something back.
Shen Tang asked, "How close are you and Yan Xingning?"
"We exchanged a few words. If I had to put it bluntly, I'd say we're 'half-familiar.'" Gongshu Wu rarely made a joke. "Yan An's father was a renowned scholar of Xin Country and also a court official there. Though he held only a powerless sinecure, he had high standing and a great reputation among scholars. Those seeking to take him as their teacher could have trampled down his family's threshold. Yan An became famous at