I can rewind time to prevent death

The forum had begun the day prior, and on this second day, Di Zhiwen had accepted an invitation along with several scholars from Huaying District to visit an elderly professor's home. Yan Junze had taken the day off and stayed in the hotel without going out.

After thinking it over, two days had already passed, and Wan Shouguang's grief over the loss of his son should have somewhat subsided. He hadn't tried calling the other's mobile phone again during these two days.

After some consideration, right there in the hotel, Yan Junze dialed Wan Shouguang's mobile phone once more.

This time, it was indeed turned on.

The phone rang for a long time, and just as it was about to switch to the automatic message stating no one was available to answer, someone finally pressed the receive button on the other end; however, it was a woman's voice that was slightly deep.

"Hello?"

"Hello, may I ask if this is the phone of Wan Shouguang, the master of magnetic knife crafting?" Yan Junze, noticing the voice was not right, had no choice but to inquire.

"Yes, it is—I'm his spouse. Shouguang is outside; please wait a moment."

After the woman's words fell, Yan Junze quickly heard the woman calling out loudly for Wan Shouguang, footsteps sounded, and a man took over the phone.

"Hello?"

This voice sounded still somewhat haggard.

"Master Wan, hello, I am Yan Junze. Perhaps Zhang Chengjing introduced me to you a few days ago; do you remember?" Yan Junze spoke with humility.

Zhang Chengjing was indeed Zhang Xiaomo's teacher and the one who raised her from childhood; previously a university professor, he made astonishing breakthroughs in magnetic field research after the outbreak of strangenesses and quickly joined the Exorcist Brigade, becoming a core member, one of the earliest Exorcist members.

Moreover, Zhang Chengjing's special magnetic field constitution was strong, not only dedicated to research on magnetic fields, but he was also an outstanding Exorcist, respected for his strength.

Upon hearing Zhang Chengjing's introduction, Wan Shouguang frowned and recalled carefully, seeming to remember that indeed after the "Prohibition Illusion Helmet" project was finished, when he came home to the devastating news of his son, Zhang Chengjing had come too, indeed having mentioned it once in his presence.

But at the time, he was in great sorrow and distracted; perhaps Zhang Chengjing knew it was not quite appropriate to mention these things then, so after speaking briefly, he did not bring it up again.

Now that Yan Junze mentioned it over the phone, Wan Shouguang had some impression, but he was not certain if the name Zhang Chengjing had told him back then was Yan Junze.

After a pause, Wan Shouguang asked, "What is your relationship with Zhang Chengjing?"

Yan Junze replied, "I'm also an Exorcist, on the side of Tianmeng. I have a very good relationship with Zhang Xiaomo, that is, Zhang Chengjing's foster daughter..."

"Xiaomo!" Wan Shouguang nodded as he remembered her well, having seen her a few times by Zhang Chengjing's side—a very polite young girl.

"Yes." Seeing that the other side's tone was more relaxed, Yan Junze suggested, "I was actually planning to visit Master Wan a few days ago, but I suddenly learned that it was not convenient for you and thus I have been staying in Huaying District. May I come over to visit you now?"

Yan Junze didn't mention that he was attending a forum, simply stated that he stayed in Huaying District just to find Wan Shouguang. His intention was very clear; he wanted to meet him.

This way, Wan Shouguang would take him seriously in his heart and it would also prove how important this meeting was to Yan Junze.

There was a brief silence on the phone before Wan Shouguang said, "These days really aren't a good time, as you should know, there's been a problem in my family, and we—my spouse and I—need some time to ourselves. We... aren't ready to see others just yet, I am sorry."

Yan Junze: "..."

"How about we schedule a separate time, next month perhaps?" Wan Shouguang felt a bit apologetic, considering the person was introduced by Zhang Chengjing, so he offered a time.

"Alright...okay then, Master Wan, take care. Sorry for the disturbance!" Yan Junze felt somewhat helpless and furrowed his brows as he hung up the phone, looking out the window.

He hadn't expected that even after making his intentions clear—that he had stayed in Huaying District specifically for Wan Shouguang, and without even mentioning the need for him to craft a weapon—Wan Shouguang still did not agree to meet.

On reflecting, as a junior bringing gifts to visit him should not be considered too much, especially when introduced by Zhang Chengjing, who didn't even grant this courtesy.

It was very strange! Truly quite peculiar!

Amidst his thoughts, Yan Junze picked up his mobile phone, pulled up Zhang Chengjing's number, but did not dial out.

Since arriving in Huaying District, he had already spoken with Zhang Chengjing on the phone several times, even meeting with him in person yesterday.

Though Zhang Chengjing was getting on in years and appeared gentle and refined, more like a professor than an Exorcist, Yan Junze knew he might well be a five-star Exorcist, but it did not show at all, quite different from the likes of Guo Youliang, another five-star rated individual.

Because of his relationship with Zhang Xiaomo, Yan Junze was unsure what she might have already told her foster father and teacher, but when they met, he noticed there was an odd, indescribable eeriness in the other's gaze, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Seeing Zhang Chengjing served two purposes: to pay respects and for Yan Junze to get insights from such an expert level for his Black Spirit Umbrella crafting ideas.

As it turned out, Zhang Chengjing was indeed very impressive.

After Yan Junze showed him his draft design, Zhang Chengjing made many suggestions for improvement.

Yan Junze took these suggestions and made further modifications accordingly.

In dealing with Zhang Chengjing, Yan Junze did not hide the fact of Fang Ning's existence, straightforwardly telling him that a Sculpting Spirit level of strangeness was hiding in his shadow, mostly dormant, but would take his life at any chance when the moonlight appeared.