Chapter 25 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As the shadow came closer, and with the help of the dim candlelight, they were certain that it was Zhao Kuang.

He had crossed the bridge but did not walk toward the First Heaven House. Instead, he stood on the spot, looking down as if thinking of something, a little hesitating.

After a while, he finally moved again. When he came in front of the Ninth Heaven House, he stopped and looked up, seemingly suspecting of something.

“Shh!”

Wutian put his finger to his lips and held his breath so he would not make a sound.

At last, Zhao Kuang left. When he came to the First Heaven House, he did not enter immediately but stood in front of it, looking up at the night sky, as if waiting for something. He was heard letting out a soft sigh as if he could not help it.

Wutian and Han Tian exchanged a look in confusion.

Time ticked by, and it was midnight. A gust of wind came and blew out the candle lamps hanging on the trees. The place instantly turned pitch-dark.

There were frantic footsteps on the other side of the lake. The sound was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Wutian was restless, knowing that tonight’s protagonist had shown up. His murderous intent was out-of-control.

Han Tian sensed something amiss and patted Wutian on his back. Instantly, mild energy rushed into his body, nourishing his every cell. Wutian’s impetuosity receded and his murderous intent disappeared. He suppressed his emotions again, and there did not seem to be anything unusual about him now.

Footsteps were heard crossing the bridge. They could see nothing. But by the sound of things, there should be three people. The steps of one were light, another was flighty. Wutian could almost be certain that these two people were Liuyan and Huoshi. The third one should be the powerful one sent from the Fire Cloud Clan.

The footsteps did not stop but quickly moved past the Ninth Heaven House. Not long after, there was the creaking sound of the door opening.

Wutian and Han Tian did not immediately act. They waited for a while before jumping down from the terrace and dashed toward the first house. They kept their steps light so as not to make any sound.

The situation inside the house was pitch-dark, just like last night. Wutian and Han Tian crouched under the window and listened in carefully. The only one who felt not too happy was Little Tian. Did Wutian not say they were looking for treasure? It looked like it was getting conned again.

“Have you decided?” asked the same hoarse voice.

“We will do it with two conditions. One, this will be the last, after which, don’t come to the Zhao family again, and we will not go to the Yan Clan. Two, after this is done, free us of all the controls.” Zhao Kuang told the hoarse voice categorically.

“You should know that if you all don’t follow me back to the clan this time, you will not get another opportunity like this.” The hoarse voice sounded surprised.

“The Zhaos owe the Yan Clan a great debt of gratitude, yet we betray them. I have really thought it through after so many years. Reputation and power are just a joke. We would rather live a carefree life. But don’t you worry. After this deal, the Zhaos will vanish and not cause you any trouble.”

There was a moment of silence in the house before the hoarse voice spoke. “All right. Since you all have decided, I am happy to do you a favor by granting you the request. Elder Wu, hand him the Dreamy Grass. By the way, I heard that there was a battle in the day. One of the opponents was a Metal-Wind Being, and the other was the God of War, Sikong Lie’s successor. Is it true?”

“I am not so sure. I was out looking for talents in the town at the time and only heard people talking about it when I came back. But judging by the aftermath of the battle, the two of them are nothing short of extraordinary,” said Zhao Kuang.

“Interesting. Keep an eye on them. Don’t let them get away. Now, leave me!”

At first, Wutian wanted to leave. But Han Tian stopped him, signaling to stay put.

Creak! As the door opened with a soft creak, Zhao Kuang walked out of the house, went toward the bridge, and disappeared into the darkness.

“Young Master, are you really going to set the Zhaos free?” A forceful voice spoke in the house in confusion.

“Do I look like a merciful one? After this, our clan will have over thirty thousand men, which is more than enough. The Zhaos have passed their useful lifespan. It was just an expedient talk just now. They are still pretty influential in this town. We don’t want any unnecessary trouble at this time.”

“It is a smart move, Young Clan Master.”

“Elder Wu, tell men in the other places not to gather this time. They can activate the portal and leave. I don’t want any surprises, especially this last time.”

Wutian finally made out who this hoarse voice belonged. It was Huoshi. No wonder he found it familiar when he first heard it last night.

He clenched his fists tightly as the death of his grandpa, and the villagers came to mind. The memories were still vivid in his mind as if it had only happened yesterday. The murderous intent in him started to rise again.

“Who is it?”

Bang! The window was broken open with wood chips flying outward as a shadow lunged out. His eyes glinted like a pair of lamps, scanning around.

“Caw!” A Demon Toad jumped into the bush.

“Who is it?”

“It is just a demon toad, Young Clan Master.”

“A demon toad? Right here, this time?”

“We better leave now.”

“Let’s go.”

Creaaak! The door was opened again as three sets of footsteps came out, heading toward the other side of the lake. It was not until the footsteps faded into the distance that two shadows emerged from the bush beside the window.