Tan Shuo sighed heavily in his heart.
"But, Teacher, I walked too slowly. Even if I spent my entire life, I might not be able to walk as long as someone else in a year."
"What made you think this way? Although there is a gap in talent, hard work can make up for it."
"Really? But, Fang Heng was in the Wailing Hall earlier..."
Tan Shuo had a confused look on his face as he recounted everything he had seen in the hall of the dead.
"Hmm? What did you say? Soul vortex? Fang Heng created a soul vortex?"
After listening to Tan Shuo's entire story, Dickey was first surprised, then he frowned.
Dickey was both surprised and doubtful. He confirmed with Tan Shuo again, "You said that Fang Heng used the Book of the Dead to successfully create a soul vortex?"
"Yes, Teacher, I saw it with my own eyes. What do you think I should do?"
