“This so‑called xian-er isn’t a good thing at all…”
When Codename Erguotou said what he did, Hu Ma was so stunned the fact he’d been treated like an idiot hardly registered.
Images from that time in the Desolate Village flashed through his mind — and then the lofty, indescribably strange Meng family progenitor, and even that Prefect of Guanzhou whom he’d shattered with a single oar‑strike.
Those things were all baffling, and each of them seemed somehow connected to that legendary “xian.” How could he not be alarmed?
But curiosity and a strange feeling rose up at the same time.
Ever since he’d taken up the Zhensui hammer, Hu Ma had a deeper knowledge of the Zhensui Mansion.
In many ways the Mansion seemed to restrain the Meng family — and yet the Mengs were the ones closest to the “xian”…
How could the Hu family possibly possess something like the Mengs’?
The key point was: he had never heard of such a thing, and there was no record of it in the Zhensui Mansion’s archives.
Worry ran through him as he tried to connect Erguotou’s words.
He began to suspect that perhaps this thing truly belonged to the old Zougui line, but had nothing much to do with the Zhensui Mansion.