“You don’t know?” Fu Chengyu looked at Ling Chuxi with shock. They had assumed that when Ling Chuxi was together with Mo Kongyuan, she would certainly know the other party’s identity. But they never thought that Ling Chuxi actually knew absolutely nothing about it.
“I only know that he is very powerful. Even Ye Qianhe was slapped by just his palm and his face ended up like peach blossoms.” Ling Chuxi laughed and said.
“When Ye Qianhe met him, naturally there would not be a good end to it. He is the guardian of Nan Xia Country!” Fu Chengyu said.
“Guardian?” Ling Chuxi asked confusedly. She had never heard that Nan Xia Country had a guardian before this.
“If it wasn’t for you getting into trouble this time, even we would not have known about the existence of such a guardian for Nan Xia Country.” Fu Chengyu explained. “Not only Nan Xia Country, each country in the mainland all have such a guardian behind them. Their cultivation is of a high level of strength and they have a close relationship with all of the great sects or they themselves are the disciple of a sect. Of course if one can become the country’s guardian, even one’s status in the sect will be extraordinary. This is far from being comparable to an outer disciple like Ye Qianhe.”
“Since we, Nan Xia Country, have such a guardian, why did he not show up when the matter of the First Prince happened? And why did he not show up too when Ye Qianhe barged into the palace?” Ling Chuxi could not understand further.
“The bottom line is that a guardian is actually used by each great sect as weights to maintain the balance between each country in the mainland. They will not easily strike out until the point where the country has been defeated, families lost and people starving to death. If not for rescuing you this time, Imperial Father would not dare to come look for Mister Mo easily too. As you can see, he does not have a good impression of Imperial Father.” Fu Chengyu said.
No wonder after Ye Qianhe had suffered a slap, he looked at Mo Kongyuan as if he had seen a ghost and ended up running away to the wild. And besides possessing cultivation, Mo Kongyuan also had an impressive background.
As she thought about Ye Qianhe who was sent flying away by someone for three times consecutively and then running away like a dog that had lost its home, Ling Chuxi suddenly felt that Ye Qianhe’s fate could totally be written into a book. The title of his book would be “The Miserable World”.
Mo Kongyuan carried the tea set and tea leaves and jogged back very soon. He found a pavilion and started to boil his tea.
His actions were like floating clouds and flowing waters, completely natural. At the first look there was not much to it. But the more one looked at it, the more it was pleasing to the eyes. It seemed like one’s state of mind was unknowingly pulled into a wonderfully unusual place.
At this moment, Ling Chuxi could clearly feel the floating clouds which were drifting with the winds in the skies. It was as if it was near yet far at the same time, but they relied on each other. It seemed like it was ever changing but it remained essentially the same despite the apparent changes. She could feel the transformation within the layers of clouds. Ling Chuxi subconsciously formed the Turning Cloud Gesture and it felt so natural and smooth, and there was not even a tad bit sluggishness to it.
It was a martial skill learned in secret after all. No matter how Ling Chuxi tried to comprehend and fuse it together, there would still be a lot of areas which were sluggish and congested. She always found that it was not handy and smooth while using it. Until right now, within that magical realm, Ling Chuxi only considered that she had truly grasped the Turning Cloud Gesture. Or in other words, she had really begun to make the Turning Cloud Gesture as a skill that belonged to her.
The state of minds of Ling Yichen, Baili Han and the rest were also assimilated into Mo Kongyuan’s actions. A surge of vast seas and wide skies which were open, clear and bold could obviously be felt on Ling Yichen’s body. Meanwhile for Baili Han, there was a sense of returning to one’s original nature in the midst of the calmness. Yet there was also a carefreeness to him which was like ‘let the winds and rains come upon me, and I would still be calm in the hour of danger’.
The lone pavilion, the small bridge coupled with the fragrance of the tea which was faint and yet seeped into the depths of one’s heart. It was so beautiful.