Chapter 31 Breathtaking (1/2)

”Wang Bugui? Wang?! Could it be... tell me whether the blue light came from a pendant,” asked the charlatan frantically.

”How did you know?” Wang Bugui asked in surprise.

”What? It's really that object. So, you're already...” the charlatan muttered blankly as he took two steps backward involuntarily.

”Who are you exactly, and how come you know that I have a pendant?” Wang Bugui asked, feeling that there was some connection between this man and his father.

”Me? Of course I know about that. That pendant belongs to my disciple, so how did it fall into your hands?” asked the charlatan, looking lost.

”What did you say? This, this belongs to your disciple? So, you're my father's Master?” Wang Bugui continued asking, again surprised.

”You're his son? Tell me quickly, is your father still well?” the charlatan asked hurriedly, his eyes glowing.

”He, he died in a foreign land defending the survival of humankind...” answered Wang Bugui, his voice trembling slightly.

”Spurt!”

The charlatan was extremely distressed upon receiving the bad news and coughed out a mouthful of blood. He looked upward at the skies, his eyes devoid of joy. ”Heaven! You're unjust! Xuanming, Xuanming! Argh!” he shrieked in agony.

Wang Bugui could observe from the man's actions that he was not faking, and that he was really the Master of his father. The charlatan's shouting shook the entire Jade Lake, and terrible cracks began to appear on the surface of the ground. The boy knew that this man's power was at least on par with that of this own father's, and hurriedly went up to stop him from causing more damage.

”Stop quickly, you're about to cause the entire ground to collapse!” Wang Bugui shouted as he tried to shake the man back to his senses.

The charlatan gradually calmed down as he heard the boy. He turned to look at Wang Bugui, realizing that his features were extremely similar to that of his father's, especially his handsome and resolute looking face, if not for a slight devilish aura. His tone was a little haughty, exactly like that of Wang Xuanming's. The boy reminded him of his disciple, but he sighed upon accepting the fact that Wang Xuanming was never going to return back to life.

”Did your father tell you to look for someone called Yun Jinghong?” the man asked.

”Yes, he told me that this person will be able to teach me the ways of Tao,” Wang Bugui replied.

The man gave out a slight sigh and replied, ”I'm Yun Jinghong.”

”You're Yun Jinghong?!” Wang Bugui asked, extremely shocked. He had expected his father's Master to be someone respectable and extraordinary looking, not a charlatan who had just tricked him the day before.

”That's right, I'm Yun Jinghong, the master of your father, Wang Xuanming. I believe he told you to look for me because he trusts me. After all, I watched him grow up, and I taught him his skills in Tao. But, how could he have died like this...” Yun Jinghong sighed as he shook his head.

”You are really Master Yun Jinghong...” Wang Bugui said, not knowing how to continue. The Master he had been looking for all day long had tricked him the first time they met, and they had even fought just now.

”Show me your pendant,” Yun Jinghong said as he extended his hand toward the boy.

Wang Bugui took the pendant off and passed it to Yun Jinghong, and he rubbed it between his palms, unwilling to take it out for a look. This was the same pendant that Wang Xuanming had found when he was young, but now he was gone. He had high hopes for his student and even believed that he could finally attain enlightenment, but unexpectedly he had died at such a young age. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes filled with sadness, as if he had suddenly aged 100 years.

”Follow me,” he told the boy before turning around and walking away.