The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like an Elder

This sudden remark was enough to struck dumb Xue Qilin, who was climbing an arhat bed in a corner of the study, and Li Wanting, who was planning to make tea.

In the end, Li Wanting opened her mouth first and asked, “Qi’er, you want me and Young Ancestor to go out?”

“Yes, you’re going far away.”

Qi Qiqi nodded her head and gave a short answer to Li Wanting’s question.

“Hey, hey, wait a moment! Is this some kind of joke? I haven’t heard anything about this before! Why do we have to go out? Where are we going? At what time?”

Xue Qilin, who has been listening to their conversation with her mouth slightly open, suddenly butted in and fired a number of questions at a rapid pace.

“Wait...”

Qi Qiqi seems to be dazed and disoriented from the barrage questions.

She rubbed the root of her nose, lightly sighed, and then sat down in the chair closest to her.

“I already have enough on my plate due to the matter with the Wulin Conference... why do things pile up? It’s really annoying.”

When they heard this, Xue Qilin and Li Wanting exchanged a look, at a loss of what to do.

“... what’s the matter, Little Seven?” Xue Qilin crooked her head and asked, “Is there something wrong with the Wulin Conference? I heard that you’re going to the capital to meet with the sect masters of the other four sects. So, do you want me and Little Ting to go with you?”

Qi Qiqi didn’t answer. Instead, she looked up at the two.

Finally, she set her eyes on Li Wanting.

Does it concern Little Ting? Noticing her action, this suspicion sprang up inside Xue Qilin, and she couldn’t help looking at Li Wanting. Suddenly receiving the attention of the other two, Li Wanting looked back and forth between the the both of them.

“Wait, why are you looking at me?”

Li Wanting asked, a little uneasily.

Xue Qilin blinked her eyes and gave her an answer, “Because Little Seven is looking at you!”

“What is the meaning of this? Others look, so you look, as well?”

Li Wanting placed her hands on her hips, hung her head, and sighed helplessly.

“No!” Xue Qilin waved her hands slightly indignantly, “Little Seven probably looked at you because the reason why we have to travel far away is related to you! As such, I thought you might know something and thus looked at you!”

“Is that so?”

Li wanting showed a perplexed expression and cast Qi Qiqi an inquiring look.

“Qi’er, please tell us what’s going on. If you suddenly tell us this without going into detail, it’s normal for us to be confused...”

Qi Qiqi didn’t answer immediately, but rather looked at the ceiling in a daze.

The bright red eyes are full of hard to describe, complex emotions.

— helplessness, anxiety, worry, among others.

After a long time, she sighed, and then finally retracted her gaze and uttered in a complicated tone, “— the School of Mo’s Secret Hall.”

She stressed each syllable as she spoke those words.

The School of Mo’s Secret Hall? Does this refer to a secretly built palace of the School of Mo?

— wait, School of Mo?

Xue Qilin suddenly had a flash of insight.

I seem to have heard of the School of Mo... It seems to be a famous school of thought that created mechanism arts? But is the School of Mo Little Seven mentioned that School of Mo?

In a split second, countless thoughts flashed through Xue Qilin’s mind. As a result, she was oblivious to the fact that Li Wanting’s eyes widened from shock.

“Qi’er, you said the School of Mo’s Secret Hall? Don’t tell me... could it be that...”

As she asked this, Li Wanting’s eyes rocked, her shoulders shook, and her voice trembled. She looks like she heard something unbelievable.

She was so agitated that she failed to finish her question.

Nevertheless, Qi Qiqi understood the meaning of her words.

“Yes.” Qi Qiqi nodded heavily, “It’s the School of Mo’s holy land — reportedly, the School of Mo’s legacy appeared.”

“Oh –!”

When Qi Qiqi’s confirmation flew into the air, Li Wanting held her breath, and even her red hair, which is tied into a ponytail, seemed to become fluffy.

“Rea... really?”

Qi Qiqi nodded.

Like a hungry child seeing food, Li Wanting’s eyes radiated glaring light, brimming with fanaticism.

“Where is it? Where is the School of Mo’s Secret Hall?”

Li Wanting’s tone was both that of eagerness and agitation.

It can only be said that it is only human.

When she heard that the School of Mo’s holy land appeared, she couldn’t not be emotional. Who could keep calm if a legend that has been reverberating in their mind all this time finally became within reach? Who could suppress the intense impulse to want to get in touch with it?

Just as Xue Qilin couldn’t suppress the feeling of ecstasy she felt when she learned that her niece can wake up, Li Wanting probably also can’t be calm after learning the news that the School of Mo’s Secret Hall appeared.

“Huaibei, near Qingrao town.”

“Huaibei, Huaibei, Huaibei...”

As if talking in her sleep, Li wanting mumbled the location of the School of Mo’s Secret Hall.

With a dull look on her face, she took a few steps back and sat down in the chair closest to her, unable to stop herself from indulging in this fact that shook her heart. She looks like a junkie.

She seems to need some time to calm down.

A little worried about her, Xue Qilin intended to tell her something. However, Qi Qiqi shook her head and said “it’s okay”, stopping her.

“Is it really okay?”

“Well, it’s just that this news was too sudden for Older Sister Li. She needs some time to sort out her thoughts. Let’s not disturb her.”

With that, Qi Qiqi suddenly got up and left the room.

When she opened the door, she gave Xue Qilin a “follow me” look. Xue Qilin hesitatingly gazed at Li Wanting, who is still in a daze, and then followed Qi Qiqi out of the room and came to a small garden in the courtyard house.

“Qilin, I didn’t want to trouble you with this at first... But...”

Qi Qiqi sat down on a cylindrical stone chair beside the only stone table in the garden and said this apologetically.

“What are you talking about? How are you troubling me? That’s treating me too much like an outsider!”

Dissatisfied with Qi Qiqi’s treatment, Xue Qilin wrinkled her nose and criticized. Meanwhile, she sat down opposite Qi Qiqi.

“What’s going on? Why is that damn meeting held in the imperial capital?”

“Ah, that’s because the Leisure Manor’s headquarters are in the imperial capital!” Qi Qiqi sighed, “Since the Leisure Manor is the organizer, the meeting discussing the Wulin Conference is naturally held in the Leisure Manor!”

“Can you not go?”

Xue Qilin asked a little worriedly.

She doesn’t like the so-called “at the Son of Heaven’s feet” — the imperial capital. After all, the Emperor she hates is in that city.

She didn’t forget that it was that man sitting in the supreme seat who took Gong Tianyang’s life.

If he is this cruel to the Gong Clan, which is loyal to him, Xue Qilin really doesn’t want imagine what sorts of harm is this man, who has always hated the Wulin, is being capable of inflicting upon Qi Qiqi.