Yuan Tiangang!
He was actually Yuan Tiangang!
The imperial preceptor of the early Tang who had coauthored the Tui Bei Tu with Li Chunfeng, predicting a thousand years of prosperity and decline! No wonder he could call Ye Fashan "young Ye." No wonder he possessed such world-altering means, unfathomable even to ghosts and gods!
Lu Changfeng was shaken to his very soul, almost unable to compose himself.
Because according to both history and this world's records, Yuan Tiangang should have been a dead man!
He had died in the first year of the Xianheng era, more than thirty years ago...
What was going on?!
Even the court's official records could be falsified? How many other "dead men" like him were there?
"Interesting."
Yuan Tiangang suddenly looked up, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied Lu Changfeng with keen interest. An ambiguous smile curved his lips as he asked slowly, "Could it be that you recognized this old man?"
Those casually spoken words instantly left Lu Changfeng feeling as though needles were digging into his back!
He felt as if every thought he had had become transparent before this living legend.
"I..."
Lu Changfeng hated the feeling of being seen through completely and was about to find an excuse to deflect the question.
But Yuan Tiangang had already raised a hand to stop him.
The old man's gaze grew deep. The five fingers of his right hand moved rapidly through divination gestures as he murmured, "Above, not in heaven; below, not in earth; between, not among men..." His fingertips abruptly stopped, as though they had touched an invisible barrier. His brows creased slightly. "The life palace has no master, a guest star encroaches upon the Dipper... Your fate configuration is strange indeed!"
His interest seemed to have been piqued. His sleeves