It was late at night.
Wind and snow howled outside the window. For once, Lian Youming had not closed his eyes-or rather, he could not settle down enough to sleep.
He did not want to sleep, either. The Junk King's words still echoed in his mind.
The notion of "wisdom from a past life."
Both families had thoroughly enjoyed their meal that afternoon. The whole extended family had been settled into a very nice inn nearby, just two intersections away, making it easy to come and go.
Beside his pillow, Yan Lingyun lay on her side facing him. She was sleeping deeply, most likely because she had not rested well on the journey.
Lian Youming tucked the quilt around her, his gaze already turning toward the window as thoughts flew through his mind.
Wisdom from a past life?
Since that Number One Under Heaven from sixty years ago could foresee so many things, could he have been someone who had lived a second life, just like me? Or was it really as the old man said, and he had awakened wisdom from a past life at birth?
The point of these thoughts was not to consider whether they were the same kind of person. Rather, Lian Youming had begun to harbor a trace of doubt about his own past. Whether he believed in wisdom from a past life or not,
the Junk King could not possibly have spoken without grounds. Judging solely by what he had seen today, the old man's extraordinary martial attainment had probably already reached the pinnacle of offense and defense that Xu Tian had described. When attacking, he never missed; when defending, there was nothing he could not evade.
He was so formidable he scarcely seemed mortal.
Then came the question.
Should he remain utterly convinced