847 Hatred of Two Part 2 (1/2)

The bland lyrics were about the common affairs of village men and women, and there was no tragic element to it. But somehow, the beautiful imagery made one feel rather disconsolate at the end.

Ning Que always thought that sentimentality was a luxury to have as an emotion, especially now that he was in the West-Hill Divine Palace and could be discovered any time. As such, he did not allow himself to be immersed in this emotion for too long. He rubbed his eyes which were stung by the cliff array, then stood up from the threshold and walked to the outside of the town.

Sangsang sat in the carriage quietly, listening to the old man's song without feeling any emotions. However, her subconscious was stirred up and was like a sea that was about to pounce on earth!

Every drop of water in the tide represented extreme disgust. She hated the young man outside the carriage, even countless times more than she hated He Mingchi!

She frowned and pursed her lips. Her willow eyes were bright like sharp fine knives. This was the first time she really felt emotional ups and downs since she came to the mortal world, so she became more and more disgusted.

Hatred would bring anger. Her anger was the wrath of Heaven. When she was angry, the world would change, the river would flood, and all the people would be displaced. No one could resist it.

For some reason, she did not want to kill this young man. To be more precise, she did not want to kill this young man at this time. So she had been repressing her resentment and anger with unimaginable willpower these days and nights when she looked at the moon.

Only the heart of Heaven could control the anger of Heaven.

She hated him. She hated him, who hated her. Which was why she did not want to see him. She knew that when they met, hatred would arise, and at that time, she would no longer be able to suppress her desire to destroy him.

However, not even she herself had predicted that she would leave the Divine Hall of Light, to arrive at this small town and meet him. She had not predicted that she would hear his voice and see him in front of this sweet potato shop through the curtains.

She looked at his face and listened to his voice. She could no longer suppress the hatred and ire she felt for him. A terrifying aura burst forth from her full figure towards the skies.

Suddenly, countless black clouds floated from miles away, covering the extremely clear skies in late summer of the entire West-Hill Divine Kingdom. Daylight suddenly dimmed.

The cold wind was blowing in the mountains and fields; signboards shook, and the clutter on the street rolled around. Shouts of closing windows rang out from the houses.

The scene at the West-Hill Divine Palace was even more shocking. Several bolts of lightning grew like golden threads in the black clouds and then fell, breaking into numerous dull thunders.

There was a boom, a muffled thunder split from the depths of the dark clouds. More than 20 miles away on the Peach Mountain, a faint fiery glow could be seen and the crackling sounds of peach blossoms burning could be heard.

It was fortunate that rain started and extinguished the burning peach blossoms. On the three cliff platforms of the West-Hill Divine Palace, countless priests and deacons knelt in the rainwater and looked at the firmament, terrified. They prayed incessantly.

She looked at Ning Que through the curtains. Her eyes were emotionless and even cold; deep within them was the unimaginable magnetic powers of stars being destroyed and the world being reborn.

She had never truly looked at Ning Que since he arrived at the little town. She only decided to take a look at him when the intent to destroy was about to reach the little town.

So she took a look at him.

At his red and swollen eyes which were like peach blossoms. His eyes that looked as if he had just cried.

The cold wind which was particularly eerie in summer gradually stopped, the thunderstorm gradually weakened as well, before disappearing without a trace. The dark clouds hanging over the West-Hill Divine Kingdom dispersed to the corners of the world.

Ning Que had ran back to the Sweet Potato Shop when it started raining. The thunderstorms in summer were always sudden and he did not grow suspicious.

He didn't sense that there was an aura in the horse carriage that rushed straight up into the sky. No one had sensed such a powerful aura since the Headmaster left the mortal world.

”Weak and useless humans.”

Sangsang looked at his red-rimmed eyes and said emotionlessly through a cloth curtain. Then, she continued eating her sweet potato, not sparing him another glance, as if they did not know each other.

Ning Que looked at the horse carriage pulling away in the last vestiges of rain and wondered why he felt so upset. He looked at the back of the carriage that had been wet by the rain and could vaguely see the back of a tall and fat woman. He frowned and said in annoyance, ”Why is the girl in the horse carriage as fat as a pig?”

The old man said, ”Talking behind other's backs. I wonder what your teacher taught you.”

Ning Que did not answer him until the horse carriage left his sights. He said, ”She didn't even react to that. It seems like she really didn't hear it and must be an ordinary person.”

The old man put down his wine cup and lamented, ”So that was what you intended to do. When did those from the Academy become so sly and cunning?”

Ning Que entered the shop and retrieved the iron cutlass and arrows he left here before entering the Divine Hall. He smiled at the old man and said, ”I'm not as capable as Teacher or Uncle, so of course I have to be more careful.”