Yin Tingxue saw Chen Yi approaching, so she put down her teacup, appearing obedient and docile. She scrutinized Chen Yi's expression, cautiously trying to guess at their conversation.
The bamboo pavilion seed to have deployed a Secret Technique powerful enough to deceive the heavens, for even though Yin Tingxue was only three or four feet away, she couldn't hear a thing, thus she didn't know what exactly the two argued about.
"It's okay," from Chen Yi's eyes, things seed fine.
Chen Yi reached out and touched her cheek, saying, "It's okay."
Upon hearing this answer, Yin Tingxue breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she wouldn't need to sacrifice herself to diate.
Chen Yi casually picked up the teacup in front of her, slowly savoring it while reflecting. Yin Sword Mountain's Sword Armor was born to alleviate suffering and save people, and its line of inheritance was greatly related to this. Everything Zhou Yitang did was to repair the heavens in the future.
Therefore, her actions often revealed traces but she concealed herself.
Knowing she had made nurous preparations for repairing the heavens, he would certainly intervene early to disrupt it, preferring to repair again rather than letting her take risks—this was why she hid things; her actions were often enigmatic, with many clues, even hastening Lu Ying to comprehend the state of forgetting the world and oneself, which aside from being unavoidable was also to deliberately expose flaws so that he would discover it at just the right ti.
And now, laying cards on the table by returning these long-lost mories to him wasn't without a sliver of expectation.
Even though this sliver of expectation was negligible.
How could Chen Yi not understand her mindset? If he didn't, he just had to put himself in her shoes to figure it out.
Fortunately, although ti had advanced, it was still too early for the Heavenly Gate to crack. If the die were cast, there would be no room for recovery.
Yin Tingxue glanced at Zhou Yitang who was tidying the chessboard in the bamboo pavilion, then looked at Chen Yi, seeing the atmosphere between them was still harmonious, as if they had reached a consensus, she asked in a lowered voice, "Did you talk about anything?"
The girl wanted to know more about them. Her impression was that they were sotis harmonious, sotis disagreeing, never consistent. It would be better to understand their matters for diation. Otherwise, if they argued again, she would be caught in the clouds, not only troubled on both sides but possibly involved herself.
For instance, what if Chen Yi bullied and humiliated her, forcing her to support Master Zhou?
She truly adored Master Zhou, who was still her ntor, such rebellious notions were unthinkable… Just the thought of Chen Yi's tactics made Yin Tingxue quite fearful.
She trembled slightly, her pink cheeks quivering in her palm. Chen Yi couldn't help but ask in puzzlent, "Why are you shaking?"
Yin Tingxue wanted to shake her head to deny it but stopped for a mont, looking left and right, then leaned to Chen Yi's ear and whispered, "Chen Yi, you are Master Zhou's student. I understand the principle of surpassing the master. You will surely beco more powerful than Master Zhou soday."
Chen Yi, baffled, saw a hint of anticipation in her eyes and just nodded along.
Yin Tingxue continued, "But if you beco more powerful than Master Zhou, please don't bully her; she's been very, very good to you."
Chen Yi was taken aback. Her cautious manner was actually to remind him of this, making him find her adorable. Feeling playful, he teased, "If I'm more powerful than her, should I bully you instead? What's there to bully about you? There are quite a few thods I haven't tried yet, you know."
"Don't bully either…" Hearing his gleeful tone, Yin Tingxue was a bit afraid and said, "If you must bully… then bully Sister Weiyin instead."
Having said that, she glanced at the female crown leisurely sipping tea.
Their voices were so low that Yin Weiyin didn't know what they were talking about. Seeing the girl's gaze, a bit flustered, she returned a faint smile.
Each movent exuded the dignity of an elder.
But when Chen Yi looked over too, Yin Weiyin's heart suddenly skipped, feeling uneasy.
Though unaware of Chen Yi's intentions, this aningful gaze surely boded no good. Yin Weiyin rembered the days of being drained, pursing her lips.
Perhaps it would be… better to bring out Lin Wanxiao soon.
If he knew she involved Lin Wanxiao, though he wouldn't show it outwardly, he would silently appreciate it in his heart, and Miss Lin was also soone who valued kindness, back and forth, it's like having a Red Book Iron Scroll in hand.
Thinking this, Yin Weiyin gently savored tea, gradually calming her mood, strategically planning, and sitting increasingly steadfast.
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"Battalion Commander Chen, the Heavenly Master Hall requests your presence, the Heavenly Master and all the heroes are eagerly awaiting your attendance for discussions."
"Alright, take there."
Crossing the threshold of the Heavenly Master Hall, bypassing the towering ancient camphor covered in dense shadows, a slightly fluctuating sound of laughter erged from the profound constructions within, as the man with sword and knife on his back approached, the original laughter turned into noisy discussions.
Chen Yi had long anticipated this.
A villain doing a good deed is akin to a prodigal turning back not exchanged even for gold, just like the wanted poster portrayed a hideous character, yet seeing the real person was unexpectedly breathtaking as a Heavenly Person. Chen Yi had seen such situations all too frequently.
The greater the disappointnt, the greater the surprise—especially given a notorious forr West Factory Battalion Commander whose rits overwheld the Heavenly Official, an unimaginable occurrence.
Chen Yi was led by a young Taoist around fourteen or fifteen. He introduced himself as Zhang Dongjing, the direct grandson of the current Heavenly Master Zhang Qilong.
Entering the Heavenly Master Hall, he saw a stone paved path in the courtyard, lush flowers competing, fragrant and pleasing, as if stepping into Cave Heaven Blessed Land, with the inscription "All thods Congregate Altar" at the forefront, the sacred site where generational Heavenly Masters prayed to the gods. After Zhang Dongjing led him around the altar, the hall emitting discussions presented itself to his eyes.
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