The heavy sledgehammer crashed toward his face, and the violent gale whipped up Li Shun's long hair—only to halt abruptly.
Jiang Chongguang stared at Li Shun in surprise. "At death's door, yet your face still shows no fear. You're a real man, I'll give you that."
Li Shun merely answered with a derisive chuckle, neither confirming nor denying it.
Jiang Chongguang lowered his hammer and looked Li Shun over once more from head to toe before demanding in a deep voice, "What was that divine ability you used to alter memories?"
"You want to learn it? I can teach you." Li Shun's tone was as still as an ancient well.
Jiang Chongguang plainly did not believe him.
"You and I are blood brothers. What is there to hide? This divine ability of mine is called the [Heavenly Man Book]!" Li Shun said lightly.
Yet upon hearing this, Jiang Chongguang's expression changed violently, and he blurted out, "The Heavenly Man Book? A divine ability of the History School Sage?"
Li Shun's expression did not change, but a raging sea had already surged through the depths of his heart.
So it really is the History School...
In truth, when he had seized the spaces within those two stone statues earlier, he had already gained a faint realization.
That half-ruined statue possessed the divine ability [Threefold Self-Reflection], so it ought to have belonged to the Confucian School.
As for that intact statue...
The Heavenly Man Book wrote falsehood into truth, creating the past from nothing.
And there was that tragic, slaughterous aura, solid as substance, as though it could grind all things in the world to pieces.
At first, Li Shun had assumed that killing intent came from the Military School or perhaps the Legalist School.
But now, on looking back and savoring