The State Preceptor departed with the candlelight, leaving only darkness in the surrounding cellar, as if even all sounds had been swallowed up.
Hu Ma, however, continued standing in the darkness, endless emotions surging within him.
Surprisingly, at this moment, what occupied his mind were not the words of the State Preceptor, but rather the bewilderment he had been unable to dispel ever since he appeared in this world, the series of questions buried deep in his heart.
No one had ever told him anything, so everything had to be probed cautiously. Even when forced to make decisions, he had to act with the utmost care.
In truth, he had long been puzzled: why, after transmigrating, was his Lifebound Spirit Temple so broken? Why could he so effortlessly master Lao Junmei's magic? Why did it always feel like many things were arranged for him, the sensation of being watched...?
