Corpse-Wrapping Bag

Three more whole hearts appeared among the many already there.

Even on the entire relationship chart, the number of hearts beneath Master's portrait stood out most of all!

Xu Feng said, "No wonder!"

No wonder Master had suddenly said those strange things to him. Master's affection for him had gone through the roof. That explained it.

Xu Feng could tell that when he had abruptly revealed he had learned Five-Viscera Stitching after seeing it just once, Master's shock and momentary daze had been genuine.

What followed—Master laying everything out—was even more unexpected. The Calamity-Stitching Art was, after all, the signature skill of the corpse sewers in their lineage.

It was the sort of thing a master would only pass on at his deathbed, when he could no longer carry on.

Yet Master had told him now.

That carried a deeper meaning.

Xu Feng had truly been accepted. He had become someone whose word carried weight in the Earth God Shrine.

There had to be a reason for such a sudden change—

And an explanation. It seemed it was not just because Xu Feng had been willing to risk his life entering the Yellow River, or because he had said a few pleasing words. Old Owl deserved some credit too.

For a man close to death, Old Owl had an extraordinarily poisonous tongue.

So poisonous that one lick would have been enough to kill him.

His words had probably dealt Master a real blow and left him mentally exhausted. That was why learning Xu Feng had mastered Five-Viscera Stitching had come as such a welcome surprise.

Countless thoughts raced through Xu Feng's mind, but he had already chosen to enter the Yellow River. There was no turning back.

Xu Feng said, "Master, let's go in together."

Master nodded and went in