Only I could learn it?
Zhang Xiao looked at his grandfather, the Celestial Master of the Celestial Masters' Mansion on Dragon-Tiger Mountain, whose Daoist name was Luo Tian.
An overwhelming fear suddenly welled up inside him, as though no secret could hide from this old man's eyes.
The Daoist Order were the masters of matters of the soul, and the East had an exceptionally thorough understanding of reincarnation.
Then had Grandpa... had he known all along?
Zhang Xiao felt his heart hammering so hard it almost leaped out of his chest. His throat was painfully dry.
"Why am I the only one who can learn it?"
Zhang Cunyi looked at his grandson, his deep eyes seeming to convey something. His beard and robes stirred gently in the breeze.
Suddenly, he smiled.
"My dear grandson, don't you know why you're the only one who can learn it?"
Zhang Xiao lowered his eyes. His heart sank further and further, and a chill pierced him to the core. Everything around him seemed to recede, as though the whole world were rejecting him.
Leaving him utterly alone.
"Who else in our Daoist Order studies magic besides you?"
"Huh?"
The world seemed to brighten again in an instant. Zhang Xiao raised his head in astonishment and looked at his grandfather.
"Is... is that why?"
"What else would it be?"
Zhang Cunyi laughed heartily, then pointed a finger at him.
"You only received your talisman investiture today. Go back and get some rest. Fasting Pills aren't meals, either. Come back tomorrow, and I'll teach you this Eight-Nine Arcane Art!"
"Yes!"
Zhang Xiao stood and bowed properly, then left the little courtyard with an eager smile.
But as he walked farther away, the smile gradually disappeared. Looking back at the Celestial Master's courtyard from a distance, Zhang