"Please gather the scroll before anything else, elder; I dare not accept it before the matter is concluded!" Lin Feng declared.
Han Zihua said, "Do not feel burdened, we are fated to meet, and this scroll is also fated for you!"
Lin Feng replied, "Since we are fated, it will eventually be mine, there is no need to rush; I shall take my leave now."
Lin Feng bowed his fist and then left.
Han Zihua gazed at the scroll in his hand, revealing a contemplative expression.
"How does it feel?" Zhuge Zheng asked with a smile.
"To think that he could remain so calm in the face of the Ancient Divine Ability Scroll really surprises me. Is this boy really just sixteen or seventeen years old?"
Han Zihua muttered to himself.
"He seems seventeen. What a prime youth, such a wonderful time," Zhuge Zheng remarked sentimentally, as if recalling his own youthful days.
But now, that youth was long gone.
