บท 57: To Make a Copy

"The fifth master?" Ji Ning was astonished. "Me?"

The old black bull had a hint of laughter in his eyes. He slowly ambled over, his body seeming vaguely illusory. He wasn't a material creature, after all; just the spirit of a magic treasure.

"Of course it is you." The old black bull said.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was…I'm only the fifth master?" Ning hurriedly asked. "Can it be that Immortal Juhua wasn't the first one?"

He had previously discovered the letter on that Godbanian tree bark, and had hypothesized that after Immortal Juhua died, he shouldn't have given this Immortal estate to anyone else.

"Immortal Juhua was the third master of this Immortal estate." The old black bull said.

"Who was the fourth?" Ning asked.