Tang Ye was wondering whether he should go back and ask his mentor about the true nature of his heritage. He had briefly brought up the topic of his background before, but the medical fanatic had always claimed that he was picked up. That's the kind of fib you tell a three-year-old child. When asking one's parents where they came from, they also say that you were picked up, right? So, Tang Ye believed that the medical fanatic must certainly know something about his identity.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Tang Ye looked at the elderly abbot with one eyebrow and said, "Master, you and my master, the medical fanatic, are both Preachers. Do you think... my master would know about my lineage?"