816 Somebody in the Mortal World (2/2)

The black carriage suddenly hovered in the spring breeze before the city gate.

The first spring thunder exploded before the southern gate of Chang'an City.

Several lines of light blue airflow dispersed to all directions from the clashing point when the cutlass and the carriage met.

In a flash, the light blue airflows spread to more than a hundred feet, looking like light bubbles.

Ning Que and the black carriage were in the center of one of the blue light bubles.

The bubbles lasted for a short time and then exploded after a slight cracking sound.

Countless pieces of Qi sprayed to all directions, cutting the trees outside the city before they sprouted. Stones on the state highway shot like arrows.

The city wall had scars gained from a thousand year's worth of rains and storms. As the ground trembled, its surface started peeling off like pouring rain, swooshing.

The wall looked even more scarred after the wind and dust had settled, but there was no evident damage on it. Instead, on spots cut by the Qi of Heaven and Earth, black bricks looked like newly polished ones.

After all, Chang'an City was unshakable.

”Interesting.” Said the Drunkard looking at the city wall.

Then he looked to Ning Que and said, ”Unlike you, such a boring one. There're things I've given up for thousands of years, but I can still pick it up if I want.”

Ning Que drew back his cutlass. The black carriage finally fell on the ground, giving out a muffled sound.

He looked at the Drunkward and said, ”I'm joking, are you taking it seriously?”

He was laughing and talking, but inside he felt so annoyed.

He had to smile because at certain moments, smiling was the only proof of power.

He started coughing, and stepped back a little subconsciously. Then he leaned to one side, firmly holding the hilt and pestle in his hands. One of his hands felt like ice, the other burnt like melting lava.

”I say you're boring because you're unqualified.”

The Drunkard looked at him and said, ”Nobody's qualified since the Headmaster left.”

Ning Que knew that he was unqualified because he couldn't leave Chang'an City; the Headmaster, with Eldest Brother, were able to travel all the states for years on the cattle cart.

”The key point is, to write or not to write the character is still not your decision to make.”

The Drunkard looked disappointed, with impatience between his eyebrows.

Ning Que was trying to save something. He said, ”At least I've done it before, and your being kept out of the city was the proof.”

The Drunkard said, ”Chang'an City may be a big city, yet it is just a very small part of the world.”

Ning Que said, ”Someday I'll make it out of the city.”

The Drunkard said, ”You may have the courage, but in no way could you turn the world into your Chang'an. We cannot change the world because we ourselves are part of it. Your teacher failed; I failed; Chen Mou failed; what makes you believe that you can do it?”

Ning Que couldn't answer.

The negotiations between the Academy and the Divine Hall were in a stalemate, which was delicate and critical. At this very moment, a world changer, the Drunkard showed up; of course he was here for a reason.

That was the change both the Academy and the Empire least expected.

”I don't understand why you're here.”

Ning Que was talking while looking at the Drunkard in the eyes. Temporarily, the Academy and he himself couldn't change the relationship between Haotian and the mortals, but that was no explanation for why the Drunkard was here.

He looked at the Drunkard in the eyes and said with sincerity, ”In my dreams, both you and Butcher looked at me, which meant that just like moments ago, you still have hope.”

”Dreams are too often contrary to reality.” Said the Drunkard.

Ning Que said, ”The Headmaster once mentioned you and the Butcher had survived the last Everlasting Night, which proved that Haotian is no longer a threat to you. Then why are you here? In Chang'an?”

”I've been drinking too much over the years, and most of the time I was stoned, not knowing whether I was in dreams or reality. But in the dreams I knew, I've never dared to dream of how a night was like.”

The Drunkard looked at him and said, ”That was the scariest scene I've ever seen.”

No one could have the memory from those long gone days, because almost all of them died in the Everlasting Night, except the Drunkard and the Butcher.

The fear came out for a reason.

”After that day, the moon came out, which surprised me and the Butcher. Especially when we found the moon never set ever since. That was probably the hope you mentioned about me.”

The Drunkard said, ”We thought we could hang on. We hate to hide, but we could keep doing it for at least several hundred years. I hate it when fate always goes against people's wishes.”

Ning Que felt cold, and he asked, ”Did Haotian find you?”

The Drunkard said, ”Yes.”

Ning Que kept silent for a long time, and he muttered, ”How could Haotian find you just at this very moment? You've been hiding successfully for thousands of years.”

The Drunkard didn't answer. He looked up at the blue sky, then he thought to himself, ”It's hard for him to find us when he is in Heaven because of the distance, but what if he comes to the mortal world. Where could we hide then?”

Everything had been settled, which made Ning Que feel frustrated.