According to Seventh Master, the man who knew the Soul-Peeling Art was named Zhang Chengfeng. If he was still alive, he would have been in his sixties.
Back then, he had worked in another province and could only come home a few times a year. Later, a thug in the village had abused his wife. Unable to bear the humiliation, she had drowned herself in the river.
In his fury, Zhang Chengfeng had slaughtered the thug's entire family. Supposedly, he had been so crazed with bloodlust that he hadn't even spared their neighbors. He had even hacked the family's dog to death.
That made him a fugitive even now, so finding him would probably be next to impossible.
Difficult as it might be, I still asked Seventh Master to help me ask around.
As long as it could restore my Fate Pattern to normal, I wanted to try every possible method.
The simplest method, really, was to communicate with Li Fuguang and get him to come out on his own.
After all, I was Gongsun Jing's reincarnation, and he was Daojue's. The two had been brothers a thousand years ago. I didn't know why he simply refused to come out.
"Did you confess your feelings to An Ning?" Seventh Master suddenly asked me.
I looked at him, blushing. "How did you know...?"
Seventh Master said, "You've got two words written all over your face."
"What words...?"
"Love-struck fool."
His words left me embarrassed.
"Actually, I could already tell a long time ago, when you asked me whether your Fate Pattern could be changed."
Seventh Master smiled. "I never thought you could keep it bottled up for so long."
My smile faded, and I grew serious. "Then do you think what I did was right or wrong...?"
Seventh Master shook his