"Only... the Confucian Path and Buddhism..."
Zeng Anmin poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle.
"Bzz~"
Golden light flickered forth.
Zeng Anmin placed the pill in his palm and examined it carefully.
A warm, mellow sensation flowed from his fingers and seeped deep into his skin.
"Buddhist Power?"
Father's voice rang out.
Zeng Anmin looked up and saw Zeng Shilin descend slowly from the sky outside the window, borne by golden light, landing in the courtyard.
"Father, do you know what this is?" Zeng Anmin greeted Zeng Shilin.
"Hmm?"
Zeng Shilin did not answer immediately. After landing, he frowned slightly.
"You killed someone?"
Huh?
Zeng Anmin froze, then his eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"I sensed a faint smell of blood on you. That is a perception only Second-rank Confucian cultivators possess."
Zeng Shilin walked calmly into the room. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly fell upon Huzi, whose face was deathly pale.
"What happened?!"
Zeng Shilin's expression suddenly darkened.
Looking at Huzi's miserable state, then recalling the bloody scent on Zeng Anmin, he turned toward Zeng Anmin, a chill rising around him.
"Who touched Huzi?"
"Ji Qing," Zeng Anmin answered honestly.
"Who?!" Father's voice shot upward. Like a ghost, he suddenly appeared before Zeng Anmin and stared at him.
"Don't tell me you just killed Ji Qing?"
Zeng Anmin looked innocently at Zeng Shilin.
"You even know that?"
Zeng Shilin's eyes abruptly widened. "Ji Qing! The one hailed as the number one God of War of our Great Sage Dynasty!"
"You... killed him??!"
Even with his current cultivation as a Second Rank Second Sage—
he could not help feeling dizzy upon hearing this news.
No, how had this son of his reached this point already??
He clearly remembered that two years ago,