Liu Yao felt like an idiot.
Was everything just a coincidence?
Or had they joined forces to set a trap and deceive him?
Liu Yao thought of his grandmother. Hadn't she been tricked by the Silver Cult's scheme and believed it without a doubt?
But... Liu Yao suddenly remembered that Zhang Shaoqin was the one who had saved his life.
He had already saved his life, so why would he set him up?
Could it be... that Zhang Shaoqin was telling the truth?
His head felt muddled, a tangled mess like threads entwined together.
At that moment, the sect master of the Three Extremes Sect—the hall master of the Three Extremes Martial Hall—spoke. "You must be a descendant of an ancient person. You found the records left behind by your ancestor and want to search for that sword he wore at his waist?"
The Three Extremes Sect's master voiced his guess.
Beside him, Liu Yao's eyes lit up.
Right, that had to be it.
Perhaps Zhang Shaoqin had read too much of the stuff left behind by his ancestors, become obsessed with it, and read himself into a problem.
Zhang Shaoqin had once seen a news story about a child obsessed with a gunfight game.
In the game, the character under the player's control could jump down from a window.
As a result, when that child saw a window, he climbed over it just like in the game and fell to his death on the spot.
Liu Yao suspected Zhang Shaoqin was in the same situation.
He felt a little sorry for Zhang Shaoqin's brain.
It was understandable for children to lack discernment.
But you were an adult!
Naturally, Zhang Shaoqin had no idea what Liu Yao was thinking. Even if he had known, he would not have bothered to