Chapter 48: Apology
While they were arguing heatedly, Lu Qiuyi, the other protagonist in the affair, had just awakened from a long, dreamless sleep.
Given the unusual circumstances, all her work had been temporarily reassigned. For once, the messages on her OC account were not a blizzard of requests and meeting invitations; instead, private messages and group mentions were pouring in at an explosive rate.
Lu Qiuyi logged in and gave them a cursory glance. There were several hundred unread messages, almost all from concerned colleagues in different departments.
Every year, the most important day in Temple City was the Temple’s succession trial. It was the day when the greatest young talents gathered, and everyone prepared for it long in advance.
Wang Tongtong disagreed with Lin Yichen’s idea. In his opinion, when dealing with those cunning fellows, one ought to use methods even more cunning than theirs.
Seeing Boyu’s expression, Mo Li was almost reduced to helpless laughter. His mood had been extremely poor at the start of the day, but after what had just happened, he found himself feeling considerably better.
“Eh? Yichen, you’re back?” Han Dongmei was startled to see Lin Yichen. She had assumed he was still in Zhejiang-Hangzhou City and had not yet returned.
The principle that an inch of extra length meant an inch of advantage could not have been clearer. When the two blades clashed, the Miao saber was a section longer than the Japanese sword—and that small difference could determine victory or defeat.
Zhong Zai’s father, Zhong Tiancheng—Cheng Nuo’s maternal uncle—was notorious for meddling. He especially loved making complaints and was always eager to stir up trouble. The relationship between the Cheng and Zhong families was exceedingly delicate. Cheng Nuo’s mother, Zhong Ai, had died young, and ever since her death, Cheng Nuo had rarely been in contact with the Zhong family, apart from occasionally visiting her grandmother.
Jin Wancheng strode to the door in a few steps and slashed at it twice in rapid succession. “Everyone, get over here by the door! Don’t let yourselves be tricked!” he shouted. He then swung his sword at the door again, trying to hack out a path to safety.
Lin Yichen’s theories of “God” and “the Devil” were enthusiastically embraced by countless internet users. Before anyone realized it, they had sparked a discussion across the entire web. Countless people marveled at Lin Yichen’s talent, while many others seized the opportunity to mock those self-pitying journalists.
This time, they had not gone far when the cavern ahead suddenly widened, and a vast hall appeared before them.
The more one divided one’s mental intent for multitasking, the harder it became to control. Thus, the total quantity, quality, and innate aptitude of one’s soul force were subject to extraordinarily strict requirements.
Looking at the strange gate of light that had appeared before her, Mo Fengye passed through it without hesitation. The people behind her followed closely.
Mo Qianyan said no more after that single remark, but everyone present understood. Once that last fragment of power was gone as well, the Darkflame Fallen Fire would vanish from the world.
She called out to the girl several times, but received no response from inside the room. In her panic, she moved to push the door open, only to remember at the instant her hand touched it that the person inside could not speak. Perhaps she had heard her voice but simply did not know how to answer.
Yinhun’s attention had not been so meticulous and abnormal that it bordered on obsession; otherwise, he would not have waited until something happened to Xinqi before appearing.
Rong Xi’s single address—“Grandmother”—had left such a deep shadow in his heart that he could no longer even bring himself to call a young woman “girl.”
“You’re talking nonsense! You killed them, and today I’ll avenge them!” she roared, raising her sword and thrusting it at Da Niu.
Watching the mother and son make their decision so readily, Gamu Ran helplessly turned toward Mo Qianyan, who was still in the Celestial Spirit Pool. By then, however, he had slowly swum to its edge and was climbing out.
When all was said and done, Xue Yilan was Zhong Xingyue’s senior fellow disciple. This arrangement would also put Zhong Xingyue at ease.
Jiang Linxiao was curious. He knew his master’s temperament well, so seeing him make an exception and take on another disciple naturally came as a great surprise.