In the morning, sunlight seeped through the thin mist, draping Qin Ancient Town in a golden cloak.
The courtyard gate of the Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion slowly opened, and Zhang Fan walked out. After taking two steps, he paused slightly, turning back to glance at the small building behind him.
This small building, like a spectator of time, witnessed the rise and fall, grievances, and affections of the South Zhang lineage.
People come and go, yet it stands still there.
Zhang Fan gazed at it, and it seemed as if it was gazing back at him.
"Who has the ability to see the Technique…"
At this moment, these four words lingered in Zhang Fan's mind, refusing to fade away.
The clues left by Zhang Tian Sheng, regarding the Ninth Method, amounted to these four words.
Perhaps, even that renowned Divine Oracle pondered the mystery of these words until his death.
"Zhang Fan…"
Just then, a familiar voice carried from not far away, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back to the present.
