"So you're saying that this young gentleman is indeed Mr. Zhuang's disciple?"
The emaciated elder was somewhat shocked and had some difficulty believing it, sighing as he said:
"It must be so..."
The atmosphere turned even more silent for a moment.
They had a mission to find Mr. Zhuang and somehow uncover the secrets he possessed.
But after what they had experienced in the Corpse Mine, deep down, they did not wish to be enemies with this young gentleman.
Suddenly someone asked:
"What exactly is the background of this young gentleman? Where does he come from? Does he have a family or a Sect? Why did Mr. Zhuang take him as a disciple? If I remember correctly, Mr.
Zhuang hasn't taken any disciples for a long time, right...?"
Everyone frowned.
"This young gentleman..."
Someone had just begun to speak when they suddenly paused, "...what is this young gentleman's name again?"
"Have you gone mad? This young gentleman's surname is..."
Another person also suddenly got stuck.
What was his surname again?
"Bai?"
"That's the surname of his senior brothers and sisters."
"Strange, I remember his senior brothers and sisters, so why can't I remember him?"
"I can't recall his name, and his appearance is also unclear to me..."
Someone suddenly looked stunned, "What exactly did this young gentleman do?"
This question completely baffled everyone.
An image emerged in their Sea of Consciousness:
Under a sky dyed with blood, hordes of corpses danced chaotically, and the Corpse King confronted this young gentleman.
They still remembered the feelings of heart palpitations, shock, and disbelief, but as for what this young gentleman had actually done, and what happened afterward, everything had become hazy.
The white-haired elder thought for a moment and sighed:
"Mr. Zhuang has woven a mist into the fabric of cause and effect, and our Divine Senses are insufficient to pierce through it..."
Hearing this, everyone's expression turned to one of great alarm.
"There is such a method?"
"Does this mean we have no clues at all?"
"Senior, is there no way?"
The white-haired elder, with a thoughtful frown, then said slowly: "Heavenly Secret Calculation might be possible, to glimpse a leopard through a tube, to see one spot..."
"Could you possibly..."
The white-haired elder shook his head, looking helpless:
"I am old, my Divine Sense has declined, I can't do the calculations..."
People exchanged glances.
Someone looked at the emaciated elder, "Senior Wen, perhaps you could try a calculation?"
The emaciated elder was startled, "Me, calculate?"
That person nodded, "Currently, you are the one most proficient in Calculation here."
"But..." The emaciated elder looked troubled.
That person continued, "You also have the Three Talents Divination Copper Coins to aid you, it might be impossible to calculate Mr. Zhuang, but calculating his young disciple shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Others also chimed in, "Senior Wen, we'd be indebted to you."
The emaciated elder internally lamented.
The harborer of a complaint should be the first to voice it.
How did this unfortunate task fall upon him?
The emaciated elder wanted to decline, but with so many Cultivators present, all with respectable status, hailing from Noble Clans or Sects, to offend them could invite petty grudges.
"Fine, I'll do the calculation."
Moreover, he himself wanted to know the origins of this young gentleman.
Who could have impressed the exceedingly selective Mr. Zhuang to take as a disciple?
And to make Mr. Zhuang cast a mist to hide his causality.
The emaciated elder took out a Copper Coin and poured out his Divine Sense, chanting firmly as he flipped the coin randomly until it finally came to a stop.