"Master of the Jisheng Temple?" Qin Ke felt inexplicably surprised by his sudden identity.
I have never heard of it, and how come this talisman is floating in mid-air? There are also some angels and demons. TV dramas dare not let me act like this, right?
The amount of information tonight is really extraordinary for an ordinary high school student, Qin Ke.
Master Qin took out a small knife with him and stretched the handle towards Qin Ke. Qin Ke opened his mouth wide and took the knife from Master Qin with a trembling hand, holding the knife in front of his eyes.
"Grandpa, are you sure you are serious?" Qin Ke still felt that it was a bit unreal.
"For the legacy of our ancestors and for the glorious future of our temple, you must inherit it." Mr. Qin nodded, with only determination in his eyes.
Qin Ke swallowed. This was the first time she saw her grandfather's resolute expression, and she panicked for a moment.
"Yue'er, grandpa usually doesn't feel sorry for you. This time may be a bit unacceptable to you, but I believe grandpa is okay and he will not harm you." Grandpa Qin said softly.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
