"Is the Holy Saint Teacher still alive?" Wang Zhong asked curiously.
"That is another realm. Our understanding of the Dimensional World is still too shallow. We cannot simply use life and death to define it. If there is anything else you want to know, please ask," said Uncle Zhang with a smile. He was not the terrifying Sacred Teacher Leyson, like what the outside world believed. He seemed more like a neighborhood grandfather.
Wang Zhong knew that this was a rare opportunity. "Who wrote Cellular Cosmology?"
"Make a guess." When Uncle Zhang was with Wang Zhong, he was unusually relaxed. He was even slightly naughty.
"It couldn't be… the Holy Saint Teacher?"
