"Is Liangzi that fierce?"
"If he weren't fierce, how could he manage to intimidate others and leave a lasting impression in the shadows of history?"
Lin Yi's heart trembled slightly, suddenly realizing that his cognition of Wei Liang seemed to have significantly deviated.
Could this be something he originally knew in his altered memories?
He now increasingly wants to know their true purpose for coming here, but unfortunately, they need to find the Principal first.
However, rationally speaking, everything is proceeding as planned, and the time for the Principal's return seems not far off; he will soon learn the truth.
While talking with Tian Bufan, Mao Feiyang had already walked to the desk and picked up a scroll from the neatly arranged stack of sheepskin scrolls and bamboo slips.
He doesn't hurry to open it; instead, he fiddles with it in his hand, as if stroking an ancient musical instrument, a jade flute.
