Zheng Yunqi suddenly looked up.
However, the Starlight Master raised his hand, stopping him from speaking, and said softly, "Tonight Yemo ca, stirring the unrest in my heart. Therefore, with all my brothers and sisters, I pour out my heart. After today, these words will not be spoken again."
"So you don’t need to speak either."
"If you have sothing to say, keep it to yourself."
"Saying it now is of no use."
The Starlight Master smiled faintly: "Everyone, after today, I will still be the sa rcurial, insane Starlight Master. Because I am a Demon! So... disperse, go to sleep!"
The Starlight Master waved his hand, suddenly feeling a bit despondent.
Leaning on the throne, his body lay at an angle, exuding an indescribable weariness.
Everyone wanted to speak, but seeing the Starlight Master like this, they dared not.
Zheng Yunqi bowed deeply and then quietly withdrew.
Imdiately, Zhao Wushang did the sa.
Then everyone held back the sourness in their hearts, bowed deeply, and exited in silence.
At the door of the hall, they turned back. They saw the Starlight Master leaning on the throne in the silent hall, alone. Although gilded and luxurious, everyone felt that the Starlight Master was so lonely and helpless.
It was a kind of... powerlessness after extre struggle.
A solitude destined not to be valued, despite all the effort and with more to co.
Everyone was silent.
Thinking of their own situation, they all trembled inwardly.
Silently, they walked towards their accommodations. That night, almost all were sleepless.
One by one, eyes open, looking at the ceiling, gazing into the darkness, thinking of the Starlight Master’s words, pondering their own circumstances.
Hearts were stirred.
So people, especially the girls, thought all night, silently weeping through the dark hours.
That night, the Starlight Master’s sudden display of vulnerability, and those heartfelt words, that sincerity, captured almost everyone’s heart.
This ugly in appearance, ruthless in action, crude in speech, volatile Demon, suddenly beca vivid and relatable in the hearts of young demons.
And very endearing!
Although he seed to have fallen from his divine pedestal, he was in fact more secure in that position!
More real and reliable. — This is our own kind. This is our leader!
He is like us, yet at any ti can fare better than us.
After this night, all the respect and admiration turned into loyalty!
Even when beaten, scolded, punished, even when the Starlight Master beat and scolded them for no reason... it all beca natural, it all beca their motivation!
It was only beating and scolding, but without discrimination, without ignoring .
The light of the Starlight Master, from this mont on, in the hearts of these family young demons, almost replaced Yemo, replaced Yan Beihan, replaced Chen Yin.
Because they... are Heaven’s Chosen Sons, and they could never understand what we think in this lifeti.
But the Starlight Master understands.
He knows !
That’s enough!
...
After a night of teaching and assuming poses, Steward Fang ca to take his post.
Full of spirit.
He was thinking, would what he said last night have any effect? After these people returned to headquarters, what would they do?
In their respective families, how would things unfold?
With this kind of stimulus, would they all rise to certain positions in the future?
When he soared in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, how many of these people could be of use?
Last night’s words, for these people, truly touched their hearts, definitely stirred sothing, and in the days to co, would certainly fernt.
Gradually, these three to four hundred people would be influenced.
"Not asking for much, if among these three to four hundred, five or six could be useful in the future... then all the efforts during this period would not have been in vain."
Fang Che pondered quietly in his heart.
Entering the Steward Hall, golden stars shimred.
Everyone nodded and smiled warmly.
The la Hong Er quickly bowed his head.
Fang Che nodded, returned to his seat. A bit puzzled, ever since the last attack, he hasn’t seen Zhao Ying’er again.
It seed that this person vanished silently.
But it didn’t matter, with an all-knowing by his side.
While patrolling the street, Fang Che asked, "How is Steward Zhao’s injury now?"
"Steward Zhao Ying’er?"
"Is there anyone else?"
"After Steward Zhao was injured last ti, I heard the family took him back to recuperate." Tang Zheng, truly all-knowing.
"Family?"
Fang Che was surprised, "Where?"
"I don’t know. The origins of Steward Zhao have always been a secret." Tang Zheng said, "I’ve inquired for a long ti, but found nothing."
"Even you don’t know?"
Fang Che was startled.
"No." Tang Zheng was a bit frustrated.
"But for Steward Zhao to keep such a secret for so many years at the Guardian Hall, that’s impressive."
Fang Che was a bit impressed.
"So many years?"
Tang Zheng was shocked: "What so many years? Steward Zhao, fully calculated, has been with us at the Guardian Hall for just half a year. He arrived three months before you, Fang Steward. Not even that!"
Fang Che suddenly stopped in his tracks, sharply turned his head: "Less than three months?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"It’s not just who knows, everyone knows." Tang Zheng was surprised: "What’s the matter?"
Fang Che furrowed his brow, pondering.
He rembered clearly.
On that day, when Zhao Ying’er gave him a ssage, there was sothing ntioned.
User Comments
0 comments from readers