Unburdened

To Shen Hui and the others, the laughter had a chilling quality to it.

Zhang Qingfeng seemed to be a hunter who specialized in targeting members of the Tarot Club.

The power within was one of those he hunted down, and Shen Hui and his group were among those prey.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze, Zhiyue interjected:

"What Uncle Zhang is talking about isn't what you're thinking. It's related to his Strength Position inheritance ceremony."

Upon hearing Zhiyue's explanation, the strange smile on Zhang Qingfeng's face gradually returned to normal.

"Haha, that's right, that's how it is. The Strength Position might be a bit special; the second Chosen One had already appeared before the previous one even died."

Upon hearing this, not only Shen Hui, but everyone else's lips twitched. They hadn't expected the old man to enjoy messing with people's minds so much.

Shen Hui adjusted his mindset and asked the question he wanted to know.

Since the members of the Tarot Club have all changed, what about the Fool?

Was he the founder of the Tarot Club?

If there's one Shen Hui cares about most in the Tarot Club, it's the Fool, because everything started with him.

There is no direct connection between all members of the Tarot Club; the Fool is the bridge that connects them.

Upon hearing Shen Hui's question, Zhang Qingfeng seemed to have completely disregarded some of the issues involved.

He looked puzzled and said, "A founder? Tarot Club a founder? If it's the Fool, isn't he the introducer?"

"Yeah, who was the founder of the Tarot Club? I've never really thought about that. You're a young person, you think more comprehensively than I do."

Shen Hui's lips twitched; chatting with this old man was really exhausting.

You were young once too, what makes you think you're so comprehensive?

It's clearly because you're not paying attention.

Zhang Qingfeng continued, speaking to himself in the Fool tone, "If we're talking about a founder, then it's him. After all, he was the first, and also the one who brought us in."

"However... the Black One has indeed changed. This is our generation's the Fool. The previous generation's the Fool seemed to be a bit more robust. Although the appearance was the same, I've seen him before, so I remember him fairly clearly."

"Here's another question you haven't asked yet: I don't know who the patient is or what their true identity is."

"All right..."

While there was some useful information, it was far less than Shen Hui had anticipated.

This also reveals that the Tarot Club likely had different members at different times.

This is also Zhang Qingfeng's fault. For decades, he never bothered with these matters and truly lived a solitary life.

Seemingly sensing disappointment in Shen Hui and the others, Zhang Qingfeng said cheerfully:

"Why think so much? Even if we know who he is, so what if the Tarot Club was founded? If it exists, there must be a reason for its existence."

"Let things take their course. If you don't want to, then don't do it. If someone forces you, then fight them. I can't control the rest, but at least..."

My life is mine.

"At least my life is mine... that's true."

Although Shen Hui's lips twitched involuntarily, what he said was indeed correct.

Qingxue sighed with a touch of emotion, "Senior, you really are carefree."

Zhang Qingfeng laughed heartily, a hint of seriousness creeping into his gaze as he looked at Qingxue:

"Silly girl, it's not that I'm carefree, it's just that you have too many worries."

"You must have parents, right? And maybe someone you like. No matter what, you must have things you like."

"Unlike me, I have no one left, and nothing interests me anymore. The only thing I'm interested in is this Tarot Club, which is a regret from my youth."

"When you can be like me, that would be wonderful, just like I am now."

Shen Hui could tell that this old man must have a story to tell.

"Do you have any other questions? If not, this old man will take a nap, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have this much leisure time later." Zhang Qingfeng took a big gulp of tea, making a satisfied smack, and comfortably lay down. Huang Lingheng didn't want to ask at all, or more accurately, didn't want to say a single word to Zhang Qingfeng.

Leng Zimeng and Qingxue felt there was nothing more to ask, and as for Zhiyue, she should already know what she needed to know." Only Shen Hui thought for a moment before continuing to ask:

"Senior, I'd really like to have a deeper discussion with you about the Creation World, but there's probably not enough time now. Perhaps I can contact you later?"

Although Shen Hui had already interacted with powerful figures like Guild Master Fan Hao and the Lord of Night, each new powerful figure might bring Shen Hui entirely new insights.

"But this is a rather private matter; you might want to discuss it, but others might not listen to you." Zhang Qingfeng simply hummed in response.

"Of course, no problem. I know your reputation, Shen Hui. A unique genius like you is a lot like me back in my early days. Whenever I see you, I'm reminded of my younger self."

"It's just that she's not as good-looking as I was when I was young."

As Zhang Qingfeng spoke, he touched the top of his head, looking unusually narcissistic.

But I must say, it does have a certain charm.

"Please feel free to contact me anytime after everything is settled."

"Thank you very much, senior!" Shen Hui immediately cupped his hands in gratitude.

Seeing this, Huang Lingheng, who had been silent all along, began to stir with excitement.

This is a great opportunity to have an in-depth exchange with the bigwigs!

In any case, they can offer valuable suggestions, and might even provide insights that greatly help in building our Creation World.

However, the fact that his target was Zhang Qingfeng made him a little hesitant.

After some internal struggle, Huang Lingheng managed to force a smile.

"Hey, can I have a more in-depth discussion about that too?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Qingfeng answered directly and decisively, "Of course, no problem."

Before Huang Lingheng could even feel happy, Zhang Qingfeng's next words made his smile vanish.

"Call me Great-Grandpa. How can I communicate with you if you don't?"

Huang Lingheng finally roared indignantly, "This is discrimination!"

"Hey, I didn't force you to call me that. What's the difference? You can just not call me that if you want."

Zhang Qingfeng's nonchalant attitude was rather irritating.

"You... you... okay, great-grandfather, alright?"

Huang Lingheng finally succumbed to his thirst for knowledge, mainly because he had already made the first call anyway.

The bottom line in my heart has already been breached, so a second sound is meaningless.

However, Huang Lingheng was still furious when he saw Zhang Qingfeng's grinning face.