In the midst of retrospect, Wen Yan brought the Taoist along, watching their past together.
The Taoist's expression was blank; Wen Yan was sighing.
The Taoist really did choose the wrong Mountain Sect—such talent, such deep accumulation; when the Taoist was reading, before Wen Yan could even grasp a single sentence, the Taoist had already turned to the next page.
No wonder, in just a few months, he could nearly start from scratch, learn new things, and reach a level absolutely sufficient for Impart Teaching.
As he watched, the scenes faded away, and only then did Wen Yan feel that the Yang Energy in his body had grown weak.
This ability actually consumed Yang Energy—it was directly tied to his strength.
He had just been maintaining a state of Yang Energy Blessing, yet could only retrospect for such a short while, and merely back to the moment when the Taoist first saw the Statue Ghost.
Wen Yan looked at the dazed Taoist and sighed.
"I just want to ask one thing.
