After all, every solution Chu Yang had proposed before had proven successful.
Not to mention that she had spent all these years investigating what happened back then, yet had never found a single breakthrough.
Chu Yang, however, had promptly built a suitable channel for her investigation.
As Miss Xiu and her companion chatted and laughed on their way home, neither of them noticed a faint ripple slowly emerging by a second-floor window of the building behind them.
A woman in an aristocratic evening gown stood quietly there.
The woman had exquisitely delicate features and wore a black hat. She rested her left hand beneath her smooth chin and watched Miss Xiu and her companion slowly disappear into the distance.
Elsewhere, Chu Yang went to see Manhattan again that afternoon and began learning mystical knowledge.
As time passed, much of the knowledge Manhattan taught him increasingly revealed its true substance.
Much of it had already gone beyond the mystical side and was heading toward the forbidden side.
If Chu Yang had not been familiar with many developments in the plot, and if the other forbidden knowledge in his mind had not merely been temporarily sealed away, he would surely have been terrified upon seeing the knowledge he was about to study.
Had it been anyone else, they might not have had the courage to learn such forbidden knowledge.
After all, in a sense, when you walk toward the forbidden, the forbidden is also walking toward you.
"Chu Yang, you and I both follow the Reader Sequence, so if we wish to advance, we must grasp as much knowledge as possible."
"Moreover, throughout this process, we can design rituals involving certain special magic arrays."
"But I have to admit that any Reader's combat strength is simply not strong enough at the lower