Moonlight slowly fell across Zeng Anmin's face.
Making the gravity in his expression stand out all the more.
"Faked his death?"
Zeng Anmin murmured softly.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"Or was it simply someone with the same name?"
Zeng Anmin sat cross-legged on his bed.
His thoughts gradually emptied.
At this moment, he felt that Dean Qin's death seemed to be inextricably linked to the passing of that Great Scholar surnamed Qin at the end of the Han Dynasty...
"What exactly is it?"
Zeng Anmin murmured.
"What evidence could prove that Dean Qin, like Grand Confucian Qin Li of those years, used some method to fake his death?"
He stroked his chin as his mind began to storm with ideas.
One thought after another slowly surfaced in his mind, only to be rejected by him.
At last.
After eliminating every last doubt.
His eyes grew still.
"Tap~"
Zeng Anmin slowly rose from the bed.
He walked over to the table.
His eyes narrowed with the gleam of some conjecture.
"Dean Qin... Father once said that he was a descendant of the Confucian Sage."
As he spoke, Zeng Anmin stirred his thoughts lightly.
He swept a hand gently over the table.
Many items from the Preparation Space appeared upon the tabletop.
There was the Prismatic Spirit Stone he had just obtained from the Profound Formation Division.
There was the Mysterious Necklace he had gotten from Bai Ziqing.
And there was also a scroll of handwritten text he had received from Qin Wanyue.
He focused and reached out, taking the bamboo scroll into his hand.
The bamboo scroll in his hand radiated an ancient, majestic aura.
"Letter to Future Descendants"
The Confucian Sage's Manuscript!
The instant it appeared in the room.
Zeng Anmin stared intently at it.
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