CHAPTER 572: CHAPTER 355 WAR ART

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Although this man was full of incredulity, Wan Qiao’s eyes held a trace of amusement, but outwardly, her face appeared solemn, and her voice steady. She nodded and replied, "Yes, this man is indeed the one who wrote this work titled ’War Art.’

"Indeed, his age is quite young," Wan Qiao began, casually sipping a cup of tea. "He may appear young, but he already has the ability to handle experts ranked at the King level. His beastly transformation is completely different from ours. It greatly enhances his strength. Not only that, he is capable of proposing tactics that we beasts lack. Even if we desire to be as intelligent as humans, we lack the ability to plan and develop complex strategies. We are beasts—simple creatures. However, if An Hee were to arrive, this young man might even be able to save us!"

Upon hearing Wan Qiao’s words, Yan Xiaobao wanted to stop her. His tactics were absolutely not sufficient to contend against someone with absolute power like An Hee.

Seeing Yan Xiaobao opening his mouth, ready to refute her, Wan Qiao made a gesture with her hand, and the young man found himself soaring through the air before landing neatly in front of Lord Pan and Lady Wan Qiao.

"Come, sit down," Wan Qiao said with great interest. "When I read the masterpiece you wrote, I was utterly astonished!" she began, her voice filled with excitement, the stoic impression people had of her now entirely dissipated.

"Then tell us, Hui Yue, who is the Sun Master? We’ve never heard of him before, but if he truly created an astonishing book titled ’War Art,’ then how is it we hadn’t heard of him until now?" Wan Qiao asked, her gaze full of anticipation, her body language perfectly conveying her genuine curiosity. She sat at the edge of her chair, hands tightly clasped, her legs bouncing up and down impatiently.

Yan Xiaobao remained silent for a long time. Then, with a heavy sigh, he pondered how to explain his knowledge of the Sun Master. After a moment of deep thought, the young man finally came up with an idea.

"When I was young, I lived in a very poor village on the outskirts of the Magic Forest filled with Divine Beasts. We rarely had visitors since no one could locate our tiny village. However, one day, when I was six or seven years old, a man appeared before me," Yan Xiaobao began, his tone mysterious and grandiose, as though recounting a fairy tale. To his surprise, Lord Pan and Lady Wan Qiao were staring at him with wide-open eyes. Their breathing was slightly uneven, and they seemed thrilled, hanging on to every word he spoke.

"The man claimed he was not from this continent. When I asked him whether there were other continents, the old man merely laughed at me. He told me the world was far larger than I could ever imagine. Anything I could think of existed within this universe. Though this world might be small, other worlds were as vast as the endless sky itself. When I inquired about these unending tiny continents comprising the world, the man laughed at me again."

Yan Xiaobao paused momentarily, allowing the two Saints before him to fully grasp the implications of what he was suggesting. This person was someone who possessed knowledge of the existing universe. Not only was there one world, one continent, but the land of the Four Divine Beasts was merely one patch within an endless array of planes.

"The man’s name was the Sun Master," Yan Xiaobao said after a pause, his voice trembling slightly as if recalling a figure of great renown. "He stayed with me for a few days, sharing the knowledge he had acquired from his many travels between worlds. He was undoubtedly a figure who eclipsed most others, and the strongest person I have ever seen."

Yan Xiaobao’s face turned red, as if he was recalling one of his most cherished memories. His eyes sparkled as he gazed into the air, seemingly lost in reminiscence about what had transpired. For a long time, he said nothing, until Lord Pan’s mounting anxiety finally broke the silence. With a trembling voice, he whispered, "What happened then?"

It was as if Yan Xiaobao was startled awake, gazing momentarily at the man before him. A sorrowful expression flashed across his face, and he sighed. "That’s all. One day, he stopped visiting and never shared his knowledge with me again. One day, it all came to an end—he disappeared, never to appear again. I assume he went to one of the vast places he had told me about, but honestly, I don’t know. He might even be hiding somewhere on this continent."

Yan Xiaobao concluded his tale, his face truly showing regret, as though he genuinely missed someone. He took pride in his restraint, knowing full well that he would never reveal to these people that he had been reborn from another world. If they found out, it might bring trouble to both Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng.

"Interesting story," said an amused voice inside Yan Xiaobao’s mind. The white-haired boy almost made a face upon detecting the sarcasm in the tone. Lan Feng had spent much effort pretending not to be around as they approached Wan Qiao, but this time, even his impressive acting skills couldn’t keep him from forming an opinion.