The events of the night of the great battle with Zhao Shouyin at Panshi Ridge came to Jiang Yue's mind once more.
That night had been a milestone in Jiang Yue's true understanding of the Era of Strangeness.
After his fierce battle with Zhao Shouyin, Jiang Yue had returned to the ancestral hall.
At the entrance, Grandpa had been waiting for them, leading them inside.
Now, when he thought back on it, everything that had happened seemed like a dream. And yet it had been so real that Jiang Yue still wondered how Grandpa had managed it.
He knew it had been a secret art.
But had Grandpa somehow known that day would come? Had his and San Gou's fates been arranged long ago?
"San Gou, do you remember how Grandpa led us inside that night?"
San Gou scratched his head. Of course he remembered that night vividly. In fact, he had received the family legacy that night, too.
At the time, San Gou had thought he was luckier than Second Brother and couldn't wait to brag about it to him later.
Only afterward did San Gou learn that Second Brother had received the family legacy as well.
Of course, the two of them had inherited different things, so it wasn't as if one of them had been valued more than the other.
San Gou had been puzzled at the time. Second Brother had gone in just before him, and San Gou had followed right behind, so why hadn't he seen Second Brother once he was inside?
He had even secretly delighted in it, smugly deciding that he was the true heir of the Old Jiang Family.
Now, when Jiang Yue brought it up, San Gou remembered the incident and felt a little embarrassed. He chuckled. "Second Brother, I've got