The old man had concealed his identity perfectly. His enemies believed him dead.
Even the few surviving acquaintances from his era would never recognize him in his current disguise.
Yet Lin Feng had casually revealed knowledge of the deepest secret in his heart.
The old man suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Who exactly was this man Lin Feng?
How much did he know? For a brief moment, he considered asking.
But he quickly suppressed the thought. Some questions were better left unanswered.
Carefully storing the precious stone away, he bowed one final time.
"Thank you, Senior."
This time his voice contained genuine reverence. He turned around and left immediately.
Even after leaving the courtyard, his hand remained tightly wrapped around the stone inside his robe.
To him, its value surpassed all the treasures in the world combined.
And as he disappeared into the distance, only one thought remained in his mind.
