90 The Scripts Of Sentience [II]

Few minutes later, the old man raised his head to observe Jufeng. He took a look at Ju Feng's robe and hat before giving a nod. The young boy might not be an adept, but a scholar nonetheless. 

"Young scholar, welcome to the House of Riddles."

"Greetings, elder scholar."

"You must be here to help me with some of these riddles, I suppose."

Without waiting for any reply, he continued.

"Very well then, come closer. Young one, these riddles are a thorn in my robe. I just couldn't find the right answers to them. Since you are here, maybe you can help me solve them." 

"Okay, elderly scholar."

"But there is a little problem, young scholar. You see, with the importance of what I'm doing here, I can only afford a total of two wrong answers. The third wrong answer can create some sorts of problem."

The elderly scholar raised a finger to draw Ju Feng's attention and alley his fears.