Yang Fan turned and walked towards that direction, "No need to worry anymore, President Li."
Li Shangfeng followed, feeling extremely good, full of energy.
However, despite the joy apparent on Yang Fan's face at this moment, a question lingered in his heart.
Why was his talent for witchcraft so exceptional, surpassing everyone, even astonishing his own master who was considered a genius in the field, and moreover being entirely self-taught, as even his master barely grasped the basics of witchcraft.
This couldn't simply be explained by the word 'talent'.
Recollecting the old man's last words before dying, mentioning the Baili Family, Yang Fan had a bold guess.
Could it be that he carried the blood of the Baili Family?
Only those with the bloodline of the Baili Family would have such an extraordinary talent for witchcraft, a skill that was not passed on to outsiders.
Such a guess sent shivers down Yang Fan's spine. Could he really be a member of the Baili Family?
