"This kind of truth will remain even after a thousand or ten thousand years. There will always be a trace of it, waiting for the destined person." Wang Ziyang sighed.

"Master nephew, there is a glimmer of opportunity in everything."

"Uncle, you have your eyes closed again. You were not like this before."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiaoping watched Wang Ziyang suddenly wave his hand, and immediately found that Zhou Yu, who was about to say more, was slapped out of the window.

It seemed as if it had been swept up by the strong wind, leaving only a few remaining leaves in a tangled mess.

"Uncle, senior brother?" Feng Xiaoping asked nervously.

"You, Senior Brother Zhou, are upset and need some peace and quiet. Go down and tell you, Senior Brother Zhou, that your uncle is going into seclusion." Wang Ziyang closed his eyes and stroked his beard.

"Oh." After hearing this, Feng Xiaoping immediately stood up and ran out of the attic.

Seeing the two of them leaving, Wang Ziyang narrowed his eyes a little and poured himself another cup of hot tea with satisfaction.

"There is no nephew who exposes his uncle to his face. He really can't do anything without a lesson." An inaudible murmur slowly floated out along with the scent of tea.

…

"Uncle Master, it's been hundreds of years. You also said that the power of Ancient God Yunmeng has long since dissipated. The Shinto Talisman in the Shenmu Mountain is just a cover. There is no magic left."

"Besides, Uncle Master, why did you close your eyes when you said this?"

"Mountains, rivers and swamps contain the power of heaven, and all things naturally have laws. The Shenmu Mountain is based on the sacred tree body and Shinto talisman of the ancient god Yunmeng. The mystery of it can only be understood by carefully understanding it."

"This kind of truth will remain even after a thousand or ten thousand years. There will always be a trace of it, waiting for the destined person." Wang Ziyang sighed.

"Master nephew, there is a glimmer of opportunity in everything."

"Uncle, you have your eyes closed again. You were not like this before."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiaoping watched Wang Ziyang suddenly wave his hand, and immediately found that Zhou Yu, who was about to say more, was slapped out of the window.

It seemed as if it had been swept up by the strong wind, leaving only a few remaining leaves in a tangled mess.

"Uncle, senior brother?" Feng Xiaoping asked nervously.

"You, Senior Brother Zhou, are upset and need some peace and quiet. Go down and tell you, Senior Brother Zhou, that your uncle is going into seclusion." Wang Ziyang closed his eyes and stroked his beard.

"Oh." After hearing this, Feng Xiaoping immediately stood up and ran out of the attic.

Seeing the two of them leaving, Wang Ziyang narrowed his eyes a little and poured himself another cup of hot tea with satisfaction.

"There is no nephew who exposes his uncle to his face. He really can't do anything without a lesson." An inaudible murmur slowly floated out along with the scent of tea.
Chapter completed!