Ye Qing: “...” Ah shit, here we go again.0

This time, the Annon Sutra came up with a neither smooth nor uneven poem song that wasn’t a song poem. Like just what the hell was it talking about? Burial, coffin, Yellow Spring, rebirth? It almost sounded like it was celebrating Meng Feixue’s death prematurely or something!2

“Ahem… this is an accident. I’ll ask again. I’m sure it won’t disappoint you this time,” Ye Qing tried to explain himself while rubbing his nose in embarrassment.0

“This vellum paper can answer your questions, right?” Feng Qingyou asked while staring at the Annon Sutra.0

“That’s correct,” Ye Qing said honestly. “Its name is the Annon Sutra, and it can answer some of my questions as long as I provide it with blood. However, it can...0