The Well-Read Zuo Teng

As Ren Yisheng's exceedingly close partner for the past twenty years, Wang Haoran had finally come to a realization.

He felt that Ren Yisheng was drifting around them.

For someone who embraced materialism and science, it was hard to accept such an idea.

When a person died, it was like a lamp going out. Apart from the maggots that grew as the body decayed, nothing remained afterward.

Wang Haoran had once firmly believed that too, but Ren Yisheng had sought him out, and his Realm Technique had continued to rise to new heights. His views had been changing as well.

Wang Haoran now believed that the world had more than one path of development, and more than one form of life.

He had once attacked such mystical notions, believing that ancient people had lacked sufficient technology and ultimately conjured deluded fantasies in their minds.

But his views had changed.

In the long history of human reproduction, some people might indeed have struck out on unique paths, only to be too clever and too far ahead of their time for their contemporaries to believe and follow them, or even for later generations to understand.

Now, he was beginning to learn to accept it.

Wang Haoran felt that he, too, had begun to follow in their footsteps and become one of them.

As his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, his interest in the Realm Technique surged. He was eager to see even more of the mysteries of body and spirit.

Wang Haoran had also sensed traces of Ren Yisheng's presence.

"This is a very serious matter. You must believe me," Wang Haoran declared solemnly.

"I think..."

"Lives are at stake. Never mind what you think," Wang Haoran said. "As long as there's a sliver of hope, we shouldn't give up!"

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