An Cheng still couldn't figure it out, but he knew that Elder Niu had said everything he needed to say.
If he could not figure it out, perhaps it was not time yet.
An Cheng cupped his hands respectfully. "Thank you for telling me, Senior Niu."
Little Niu brought the glass bottle over, and Elder Niu made An Cheng close his eyes.
Listening to Elder Niu's murmurs, his voice seemed to come from ancient Sanskrit, mysterious and sacred.
Gradually, An Cheng felt a storm. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had returned to the day on the boat.
An Lin's father fell off the ship, and An Lin knelt down and begged, "An Cheng, please save our father. You're a brave warrior on the sea. Apart from you, no one else can do it. I beg you."
"As long as you're willing to save our father, our entire family will be grateful to you for the rest of our lives. Please."
