1025 The Last Words (2/2)

What was Ye Hongyu thinking about then?

Young companions? She recalled many years ago when they went to the the Front Gate of Devil's Doctrine in the heart of the Wilderness. They traveled through the fog and slid down the iron cable that connected the hell and the human world. She thought of the cradle and the young boys and girls in and outside the cradle.

She squinted toward the sky outside the hall.

That was the sky above the Song where Tang Xiaotang should be right now. She should be standing by her brother. Long Qing should have also arrived there.

Being the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, although she could not control what Long Qing or Hengmu did, she was still able to sense their locations. But they were too far away and she could not save either of them.

Who else was there back then in the cradle down the cable? Apart from Ning Que, there was also Mo Shanshan, the previous Calligraphy Fanatic, and the current queen of the Great River Kingdom.

Where is she now? Ye Hongyu smiled mysteriously upon some thoughts.

The young boys and girls had become important figures in the world. She was the youngest Great Divine Priest of Judgment throughout the history of the Divine Halls, and Ning Que had become the spokesperson for the Academy and Tang. And he was trying to blow her up.

Indeed she knew it clearly. Ning Que's words were still lingering inside the hall as if he was swaying his terrifying blade right then and there.

”I've always believed that Ning Que is a disgrace of the Academy.” Ye Hongyu finally spoke and broke the painful silence inside the divine hall. But what she said surprised them all. ”Because he is always narrow-minded. He likes to set up people and things. His tricks are probably useful to others. Perhaps someone else would have defected today upon his words.”

It was silent in the hall.

Her smile froze and she said coldly, ”But I'm not someone else. I am Ye Hongyu. Did he think he could convince me with those words? I've always detested those stupid women and found them disgusting. How could I take his words seriously?” She continued. ”If he is not coming to me, I'll go to him? No way. I'm not like that. Why should I go to him simply because he is not coming? You tell him to go to hell,” she looked at Chen Qi and said emotionlessly.

To defect, or to save them? Chen Qi could not understand why he had failed.

Ye Hongyu was so charming and calm. It seemed she neither heard the words nor cared about Ye Su's fate in Song. Why?

Chen Qi stared at her beautiful face seriously. Colors drained from his own face and flames were burning in his eyes. He had transformed every bit of his spirit into courage. He was not giving up. Because Ning Que had some last words.

When they left Chang'an, Ning Que had told him seriously that he could never say the last words until the very last and desperate moment.

Chen Qi had no idea what that meant. But he could tell from Ning Que's tone that it must be vital. Therefore why should he still keep it?

”Ning Que also said this,” Chen Qi looked into Ye Hongyu's eyes and said.

Ye Hongyu seemed indifferent.

”That person … was Xiong Chumo.” Chen Qi sounded hoarse. It was neither because of thirst nor nervousness, but rather because his throat was congesting.

That sentence gave no clue at all. No one from the thousands of divine priests and deacons in the hall had any idea what he meant. That person was Xiong Chumo. What person? Who was Xiong Chumo?

Even Chen Qi did not know what that meant, not to mention the rest.

Inside the Divine Halls among the crowd, only two of them understood those words. Because they were the two involved.

The radiating screen stopped shivering and the Hierarch gradually became profoundly solemn.

Ye Hongyu stood by the radiating screen and also became profoundly solemn.