Chapter 575: The Wrath of the Lich King (I) (2/2)
Having listened to Long Haochen’s analysis, Zhang Fangfang and Han Yu immediately expressed their approval, and the others understood as well. Just as he said, the time for their public display hadn’t come yet. Not letting any Demon God Crown escape will prevent these demon gods from reappearing temporarily, but as long as their demon god pillars are still around, they will keep being passed on. Therefore, the most important for them was to infiltrate demon territory to try their utmost to destroy demon god pillars.
At that time, they will surely show awe-inspiring displays in demon territory, but this will only make the situation around the Temple Alliance more steady. With their little group, even if the demons are even more powerful, finding their trails in such a massive territory is no easy matter.
Myriad Beast Mountain Pass, Spiritual Temple.
Chen Ying’er stood blank there, appearing totally sluggish. That Spiritual Saint Robe made of one hundred eight spiritual pellets and countless embroideries of magical beasts spread soft fluctuations of spiritual energy.
In front of her were seated two elders. One of them was her grandmother Sanshui Popo’, and the other an even more important character, the present head of the Spiritual Temple and Chen Ying’er’s grandfather, Psychic Master Chen Hongyu.
“That’s how things are. Ying’er, you will have to carry on. His chances of survival are extremely low.”
“No, this can’t be! He will surely survive, that’s for certain!” Chen Ying’er suddenly shouted, her tears flowing uncontrollably. Her hand carried a letter, but most of all, her body was now shaking uncontrollably. Visibly, she has lost control of her emotions.
Sanshui Popo explained with a sigh, “Child, we have been resisting the demons for so many years, and many of ours have already parted forever. Just get over it. This rancor has to be aimed at the demons from now onwards.”
“No, grandmother. I am going to look for him.” Chen Ying’er abruptly lifted her head, her eyes glittering with resolution.
“Stop the brat act!” Chen Hongyu shouted, and his awe-inspiring demeanor immediately shook Chen Ying’er, “Do you think you are still a small kid? Could it be that you don’t understand the consequences looking for him by yourself would have? The instant you took over the Spiritual Saint Dress, your life had stopped being yours alone.”
Chen Ying’er remained stubborn, “I can take it off at anytime.”
“Drivel!” Chen Hongbo stood abruptly. His build couldn’t be considered tall, but felt unspeakably broad.
“Aside from being the Spiritual Saint Girl, you are my, Chen Hongbo’s, only daughter. Have you thought about us? If something were to happen to you, how could your grandmother and I not become mad?”
Hearing his words, Chen Ying’er’s stubbornness finally softened. Abruptly rushing forward, she cried loudly in the arms of Sanshui Popo.
Looking at his granddaughter who cried to the extent of losing her voice, Chen Hongbo couldn’t help but shake his head, “You girl! Why are you acting so tough, it’s so clear that you love the other, yet insist on acting so disdainfully. And now you are the one suffering pain.”
As Sanshui Popo comforted her granddaughter, she gave Chen Hongbo a fierce glare, “You have a good nerve. That’s just like you, old fart. I still remember about that mental integrity you showed when courting me. What a hell it was to keep up appearances.”
When facing his wife, the previously very aggressive head of the Spiritual Temple became helpless, and sat down resentfully. After pondering for a short time, he declared, “We are summoners from the Spiritual Temple and aren’t very expert at scouting. Ying’er, keep your calm. Your grandpa will immediately report to the Alliance and ask for a Demon Hunt Squad to be dispatched to look for him. As long as it is possible, he will be rescued.”