66 Blood Rite (2/2)
”You're willing to cast a blood rite over the entire Long Kingdom to save yourself?” The deep voice was calm without a single ripple.
”...” Watching the interaction, Zhi Ruo sighed. Thinking to herself, ”Chan Aiguo wasn't like this to begin with.”
In the beginning, he was a hardworking scholar, kindly offering to cut her tangled hair which had reached the grass. After surviving for months in the Magical Beast forest, the trio's appearance was beyond unkempt and disgusting, but Chan Aiguo had not disdained them at all.
Chan Aiguo was the first person that the trio had met after enduring a long six months in the vicious Magical Beast forest. Furthermore, he had provided them with food and shelter.
With just a few words, the connection had developed in an instant. Zhi Ruo was unsure of the exact time that Chan Aiguo had begun comparing himself to Feng Hui, but in the future, she would never allow such a dangerous seed to sprout up again.
. . .
Meanwhile, stationed at a remote mountain village, a meekly-dressed old man was stroking his white beard. The old man had been casually walking around before coming to an abrupt halt.
Feeling the fluctuations that threatened to swallow his entire village whole, the old man's aged face turned furious; his long beard madly fluttered in the wind.
The anger continued for several seconds before ceasing. For a while, the old man remained motionless. A soft voice resounded behind him, seemingly awakening him from his slumber.
”Grandpa Zhou, what is happening? I'm scared…” The mellow voice belonged to a female juvenile who was around the age of eleven.
Smiling, Zhou Lei stroked the petite girl's curly violet hair, ”It is nothing to be scared of. How about this. Your Grandpa Zhou will go and have a look.”
”However, once Grandpa Zhou returns, there must be no more fear!” Zhou Lei chuckled at the female juvenile's worshipping look. It was as if she really believed that a simple old man was able to traverse thousands of miles to reach the root of the trouble.
”Mn. That's a good girl.” Zhou Lei's clear eyes casually scanned the surrounding world laws. Soon, he shook his head. Seeing the waving girl, he sighed as he took a single step that soundlessly brought him out of the village.
”If I wish to transcend to the Immortal realm, I cannot interfere with the mundane world. Must I abandon this kind, beautiful village?” Closing his eyes, Zhou Lei was conflicted; his lifeless gaze was that of a spectator.
. . .
Residing at Camellia Coast, hundreds of men and women had sullen faces while viewing the enormous blood bubble that encased the entire Long Kingdom. In the end, all of them looked at one another, and this single look of understanding confirmed their stance.
The Secret Legion no longer had the power to dictate everything. In the past, their path was unhindered; no one dared to stop them. As the Dragon Continent's overlord, not even gods were allowed to lift their heads before them.
Time was merciless. Wei Tanim's already sullen look turned ashen, but when he turned around, his usual chuckling face returned. Gazing at his sworn brothers and sisters, he laughed, ”Let's go!”
”For Brother Fengge and the Long Kingdom, we must end this devilish Chan Aiguo!” Wei Tanim roared; his ears ringing from the thunderous cheers.
”Protect!”
At this stage, the Secret Legion had no clue of what was occurring at the manor; moreover, Feng Hui's features had next-to-no resemblance to the golden-haired Long Fengge. Furthermore, besides his appearance, his aura and temperament had also changed.