“Unless what?” Seeing Wang Zhao deep in thought, Bibi Dong’s eyes lit up, and she quickly pressed for an answer.
This little guy…
No matter how much of a Prodigy he is, isn’t he still my convenient student?
She thought this to herself and quickly dismissed the issue of Wang Zhao’s seemingly excessive knowledge at the moment.
After all, the entire Douluo World had no concept of “Possession,” so even if Bibi Dong was perplexed, she couldn’t resist Wang Zhao’s appearance as a seven-year-old child.
It was too deceptive.
“Unless you invite the Hall of Offerings to act.” Wang Zhao said concisely.
Bibi Dong wasn’t foolish; she understood instantly.
But…
Since Qian Daoliu had entrusted this task entirely to her, would he still send strong individuals to assist?
As if seeing the doubt in Bibi Dong’s heart, Wang Zhao continued to explain: “Don’t worry, Senior Qian Daoliu has just experienced the pain of losing his son, so he won’t assign an impossible task to Sister Dong’er; otherwise, it would be slapping his own face.” “Sister Dong’er, your current mission is actually very simple: to strike at the Clear Sky Sect and damage its Foundation.
As long as you don’t annihilate the Sect, the harsher, the better.
You don’t need to worry about anything else.” “As for inviting the Hall of Offerings to act, Sister Dong’er, you just need to go to the Hall of Offerings and say the word.” “At the same time, Senior Qian Daoliu giving you this task also likely wants you to express your attitude and sufficient means through this action.” “Sister Dong’er, you can regard this as a Supreme Pontiff assessment…” “So that’s how it is.” Wang Zhao’s words made Bibi Dong suddenly enlightened.
“Then, regarding striking the Clear Sky Sect, Wang Zhao, do you have any ideas?” She instinctively asked again.
“Yes…” As Wang Zhao spoke, he smiled sinisterly behind his back.
I have too many ideas of this kind…
Hehehe!
Although the Clear Sky Sect had no direct enmity with Wang Zhao, since he had come to this World and chosen the faction hostile to the protagonist group, wasn’t it only natural for him to suppress the protagonist group’s future support?
Let alone the Clear Sky Sect, Wang Zhao didn’t plan to spare even the four major single-attribute Sects, especially the legendary Power Clan.
As for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and others…
It wasn’t impossible to try to plot against them.
At worst, if the plotting failed, he would fully support Bibi Dong’s Spirit hunting operation in the future and completely eradicate them.
Hehe~ So, Wang Zhao smiled wickedly, making Bibi Dong and Die beside him feel a chill.
But he quickly returned to his “innocent” appearance.
It was so fast that even the two women, a Spirit Saint and a Spirit Douluo respectively, couldn’t help but wonder if they had seen wrong.
Such a cute little boy…
What bad intentions could he have?
Right?
However— “Sister Dong’er, I suggest you do this, and then do this…” “…” When they heard Wang Zhao’s subsequent words, they quickly and firmly confirmed their opinion of Wang Zhao.
This kid had been pretending for over a year.
It turns out he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing?!
…
Night fell.
The Library was much emptier tonight.
Presumably, the news of Qian Xunji’s demise had spread throughout Wuhun City, and everyone had rushed back to their respective Families for meetings.
These people might not be entirely loyal to the Spirit Hall as a whole, but their roots were firmly embedded in the Spirit Hall.
They prospered and suffered together with the Spirit Hall, so they were at least much more reliable than the Upper Three Sects’ verbal promise of “shared Qi and branches.” Wang Zhao didn’t think much of it; he wasn’t at the Library to socialize or build connections with those Family disciples anyway.
“Xue, have you eaten tonight?” He picked up a stack of books and walked to his familiar spot, instinctively asking.
Over the past year, Wang Zhao had grown accustomed to sitting at a certain spot in the Library, and a girl would suddenly appear beside him, uncloaking from invisibility to “disturb” him.
But today, it was the girl’s first absence.
She wasn’t there.
“Oh, right, with Qian Xunji’s incident, how could she still be in the mood to come…” Wang Zhao was slightly stunned, then quickly understood the reason.
He shook his head and continued to sit down as if nothing had happened, opening his book.
Before he met Qian Renxue, he was like this.
Now, he was just reverting to his original state.
Hmm…
Wang Zhao casually flipped a few pages of the book, then suddenly frowned.
Why do I feel a bit distracted?
I can’t even read the book?
Strange.
He straightened his body slightly, twisted his neck left and right, seemingly just doing simple stretches, but ultimately couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on the left.
That was where the girl often sat.
I wonder how she’s doing now…
“Sigh.” At this thought, Wang Zhao wordlessly thumped his own little head.
Calm as he was, he seemed to have already realized what was wrong with him.
He couldn’t help but fall silent.
…
Night deepened.
Wang Zhao walked out of the Library.
Just as he closed the main door and was about to lock it, he suddenly felt someone hugging him tightly from behind.
“Whimper…” Faint sobs simultaneously entered his ears.
He immediately stopped his actions, his body slightly stiff.
As if realizing something, he neither moved nor spoke.
The scene seemed to freeze at this moment.
Until the person behind him gradually stopped crying and spoke first.
“Why aren’t you speaking?” “What should I say?” Wang Zhao asked.
Hearing this, the girl couldn’t help but puff out her cheeks.
Suddenly, her eyes reddened slightly, and she buried her small face deeply into Wang Zhao’s back, murmuring indistinctly: “I didn’t come today, I’m sorry, you…” “Why are you saying sorry?” Wang Zhao asked again.
“I…” The girl’s body couldn’t help but tremble.
“Are you mad at me?” At this moment, Wang Zhao turned around.
When he saw the girl’s delicate appearance, even he couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart.
I’m truly sick…
He thought to himself, but slowly raised his hand and placed it on Qian Renxue’s small head.
After absorbing his first spirit ring, his height was already similar to Qian Renxue’s.
“No, but you, why are you crying like a calico cat?” “I…” It was fine when Wang Zhao didn’t mention it, but once he did, it subtly made Qian Renxue seem on the verge of crying again.
She scrunched her little nose and held it in for a moment, but ultimately couldn’t, and with a wail, she threw herself back into Wang Zhao’s arms, burying her face and crying.
“Sigh…” Wang Zhao paused at this sight, then silently sighed with a complex look in his eyes, before raising his other hand and embracing the girl.
“…You’re the one like a calico cat.” Who knows how much more time passed; time seemed to have lost its meaning before them.
She mumbled, buried in his not-so-broad but unusually warm embrace.
…
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”