What were the Wooden Ox and Gliding Horse? The security guards did not understand a word. Although quite a few of them spoke multiple languages, and Sun Yujie's Mandarin was perfectly standard, they simply did not get it. Did anyone expect foreigners to know about that? Far fewer people had read the Three Kingdoms than Journey to the West.
As for what Mechanism Arts were? Sorry, even Benedict V was staring blankly. As an old man who studied whenever he had free time, his knowledge was extensive, but he could not possibly know everything. He did not believe Sun Yujie's words, yet his disbelief gave rise to another thought. If Qin Fen was that person, then there had to be some profound meaning behind it. But the key question was, wasn't that person supposed not to exist?
That was the most agonizing part. The Mortal Realm only had myths and legends. Some were based on history, some on folklore, and some were people's speculation about nature. As for religion, Benedict understood it best. It had history and evidence, but there absolutely should not have been any myths.
So what the hell was Qin Fen?
If he was not, then why had Benedict felt an urge to meet him the last time he saw Qin Fen? It was as though an invisible force had drawn him in. Yes, that phantom just now had felt the same way. He had nearly fallen to his knees in pious worship.
It had even seemed entirely voluntary, as if he were facing the ruler of all things. Benedict was a little dazed. He did not know what Qin Fen had done, and no one around him knew either. The only one who did was Female Hooligan. But when Queen Mother arrived, curious about Female Hooligan's