"Elder Huang, are you sure you weren't mistaken?"
On the way to the Yellow Springs Ruins, Xu Taiping sat on Xiaohei's back and questioned Old Daoist Huang with an extremely grave expression.
It had been nearly decades since he had last heard the name "Su Chan."
Old Daoist Huang's expression was equally solemn as he said:
"This Old Man never judges people by their appearance, because appearances can change. Only the threads of fortune born from the divine soul are nurtured by the Heavenly Dao. No one can change them."
Xu Taiping drew a deep breath and said:
"So that was how you recognized Su Chan?"
Old Daoist Huang nodded emphatically, then explained with a solemn expression:
"At the time, you were rescuing the survivors beneath the rubble, while I was secretly watching for suspicious people nearby."
"Then, among the crowd, I spotted a familiar thread of fortune."
He paused to recall it before looking at Xu Taiping and continuing:
"At the True Martial Sword Champion Assembly back then, I carefully observed Su Chan's fortune. That's why I dare guarantee now that I couldn't possibly have been mistaken."
Seeing how certain Old Daoist Huang was, Xu Taiping immediately said in bewilderment:
"But in that battle at the True Martial Sword Champion Assembly, Su Chan truly did die by my sword. There can be no mistake about that."
Old Daoist Huang remained adamant:
"But this Old Man couldn't possibly have been mistaken either!"
Xu Taiping nodded thoughtfully.
"When something strays from the ordinary, something sinister must be at work."
Ping'an, who sat at the very front of Xiaohei's back, suddenly asked Old Daoist Huang with great curiosity:
"Old Daoist Huang, what happened after you recognized Su Chan?"
Old Daoist Huang frowned and shook his head.
"There were too many people. By