Tears brimming in his eyes, Yang Yu directly climbed onto the carriage, whipped the reins, and without looking back, drove Lotcar away.
Ghost Talk stood there dumbfounded, shivering in the cold wind.
He could never have dreamed that he had deliberately tried to teach Yang Yu to comprehend the Secret Technique of Shadow Stream, to have a great revelation, to inherit the foundation of Shadow Stream that had lasted for hundreds of years, to find the next sucker.
But he never expected that his plan had ended before it even began.
Yang Yu had come over, glanced a few times, and appeared to fully grasp his intention, and then took off running, the cooked duck completely flying away.
"Nowadays, young people, really. I haven't even started teaching, and they think it's insurmountable, just running off like that. And I got spoken to in such a bewildering manner."
