Zhang Chen watched the Young Master munching on grass, a hint of contemplation in his eyes: "Has the Young Master been cursed too? I just wonder how many curses have befallen him."
Zhang Chen held the missive in his hand, suddenly recalling the invitation from his master, Han Suzhen, calling him to study and research at the Academy.
The Young Master nodded with satisfaction upon seeing Zhang Chen's action, knowing full well that Zhang Chen would never miss such an opportunity.
"Once you go to the Academy, you will never regret it." The Young Master continued munching on grass.
"How many curses have you received?" Zhang Chen asked.
The Young Master paused in his grazing, his expression helpless: "I underestimated it. I've been hit with three curses."
"What kind of curses?" Zhang Chen asked curiously.
The Young Master didn't reply but continued eating the grass, his eyes filled with sorrow.
