Jin Zhixing sensed that something was amiss. "I have come here at least twice. The last time, I brought a cultivation method here to exchange with Fellow Daoist Sansu." He raised the scripture scroll in his hand. "Fellow Daoist Sansu also gave me this very scroll. That cannot be false."
The Daoist was startled again, but he seemed to recall something. His expression grew somewhat more serious as he said, "Could Fellow Daoist let me examine the scroll?"
Jin Zhixing handed it over. The Daoist took it, opened it, and found nothing but blank pages within. He could not help frowning. Jin Zhixing explained from the side, "The words within can only be seen through a special method. When Fellow Daoist Sansu gave it to me, he also said that he found it difficult to see the text inside."
The Daoist flipped through it. The scroll's format was indeed one produced by his sect, though it was somewhat old. As this thought occurred to him, he seemed to realize something and looked up. "When did Fellow Daoist come on those previous two occasions?"
Naturally, Jin Zhixing had not forgotten. He immediately gave the dates. The Daoist revealed a look of astonishment and hesitated for a while before saying, "If so, the place Fellow Daoist encountered may not have been this place of mine..."
Jin Zhixing said, "Not this place? Could there be another?"
The Daoist pondered for a moment. "Fellow Daoist traveled here by the Crooked Way. There is indeed a rumor in our sect that two scripture pavilions exist within the Crooked Way. One is this place, while the other drifts somewhere within the Crooked Way itself. None but those with fate may enter it. Perhaps that was where Fellow Daoist went."
Jin Zhixing was somewhat surprised. "Such a