No one could find Tang San.
The Shrek group was the sole exception. They didn't need to look; they were right beside him.
But Tang San looked anything but well.
He stared up at the Sky Screen, his face deathly pale.
His hands trembled. His lips trembled. His whole body trembled.
The question on the Sky Screen struck him like a knife to the heart.
Where had those Self-Created Soul Skills come from? The Sky Screen had said he hadn't developed them himself. It was going to expose him. It was going to reveal his secret to everyone.
"Swallow Triple Water-Skimming... Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Subduing Fist..." Tang San murmured the names of those Soul Skills, his voice hoarse and shaking. "I brought them from my previous life. They weren't Tang Sect martial arts, but I learned them at the Tang Sect."
He remembered his days at the Tang Sect in his previous life.
He remembered the days and nights he had spent secretly learning the Tang Sect Secret Techniques.
He remembered the moment he had jumped off the cliff to prove his resolve.
He had thought all of it would vanish with his death.
But he hadn't died. He had been reborn in this world, carrying his memories and the Tang Sect's teachings with him.
If the Sky Screen exposes me... if everyone learns I'm not from this world... Tang San's breathing grew faster. What will they think of me? Will they see me as a monster? Will they capture me and study me?
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
Blue Silver Grass vines emerged from his fingertips and curled around his fingers.
He suddenly remembered the scenes the Sky Screen had shown before.
Tang San in the Sky Screen World had used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to cut