Shen Lang felt something wasn't quite right and immediately shook his head. "I don't know. The War God Hall is shrouded in mystery. Legend says it roams the rifts of time and space, not existing in this plane at all."
He was telling the truth.
The last thing in the War Emperor's memory was his own self-detonation. Everything after that was a blank.
Whether the War God Hall had been utterly destroyed in that battle was a secret likely known only to its own members, if any were left.
However, there was one person who had never appeared in the War Emperor's memories who might know the truth.
It was the old fortune-teller who had tapped Shen Lang's forehead on the mountain behind Tayun Academy.
That single tap had awakened the War Emperor's soul, allowing it to merge with Shen Lang's. The old man clearly knew the secrets behind it all.
But the man had never appeared in the War Emperor's memories, and he came and went without a trace. How could Shen Lang ever find him?
