Chapter 263: Promise with Chisaki, Condemning Sariel

Chisaki Mochizuki was busy directing the people of Osaka to evacuate when she suddenly received the news from her father and was stunned for a moment.

"Is the Shark King dead? The crisis in Osaka resolved? And... let me change my clothes to receive guests?"

Her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the phone.

Although she was full of doubts, she always obeyed her father's orders.

"Everyone, the crisis has been resolved." She turned and announced to the shelter, her voice filled with unconcealed surprise.

By the time the crowd burst into cheers, she had already walked quickly through the corridor, her clogs tapping out a rapid rhythm on the sandalwood floor.

In her boudoir, she quickly took off her dusty combat uniform.

Her slender white fingers brushed across the clothes rails, and finally she chose a light purple kimono with small patterns.

As she tied the belt around her waist, the mirror reflected her slightly dazed expression - what kind of guest was it that required such seriousness?

When she pushed open the cypress door of the living room, the morning light was pouring in through the lattice windows.

The figure standing against the light turned around, and the familiar outline made her hold her breath instantly.

"Mr. Wang Feng?" Her voice trembled with disbelief.

Wang Feng turned around, the corner of his mouth raised in the arc she remembered: "Long time no see, Qianxun."

"How could you..." She subconsciously took half a step forward, and her clogs made a crisp sound on the floor.

In the morning light, there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes, but she hurriedly lowered her eyes after realizing her loss of composure.

"Sir Wang Feng is the hero who saved Osaka." Mochizuki Yasaga stroked his long beard, his voice filled with relief. "He single-handedly killed the Shark King, and the Sirens have been routed."

"Kill the king?" Mochizuki Qianxun suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise.

Wang Feng chuckled and naturally took her cold hand: "I received a request for help from the Wangyue family and rushed here without stopping. Are you touched?"

Mochizuki Chixun's ears flushed crimson. She struggled symbolically and then let him hold her hand. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, "Father and uncle are watching."

Wangyue Bashe coughed at the right moment and said, "My bones can't stand the torture anymore. I'm going to rest first."

Before leaving, he did not forget to wink at Mochizuki Chisaki.

Wangyue Mingjian was even more straightforward. He gave his daughter an encouraging look and left quickly.

The sound of the cypress door closing was particularly clear in the silent room.

Wang Feng exerted a little force with his arms and brought the person into his arms.

The voice was slightly low: "Have you missed me these days?"

Mochizuki Chisaki's cheek was pressed against his chest, and he could hear the strong heartbeat.

She clutched his collar tightly, and after a long while she said sullenly, "You're asking even though you already know the answer."

Wang Feng raised the corners of his lips slightly, gently lifted her chin with his fingertips, and whispered: "So, Miss Qianxun, how do you plan to thank me, the benefactor who saved Osaka?"

His palm slid under the hem of her kimono, and his fingertips gently caressed her slender calves.

The moment their skin touched, Mochizuki Chixun's body trembled, and she hurriedly pressed down his restless hand, her ears so red that they almost bled.

"Don't, don't make trouble... I've been running around for a long time today and haven't showered yet..."

She bit her lower lip lightly, her voice as thin as a thread, but she didn't really push him away with force.

Wang Feng chuckled softly and leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing her earlobe:

"Oh? So that means... as long as I wash nicely, I can do whatever I want?"

Mochizuki Chixun glared at him in embarrassment, but still nodded imperceptibly.

"Very good." Wang Feng suddenly withdrew his hand and straightened up in a serious manner.

Suddenly losing his warmth, Mochizuki Qianxun felt inexplicably empty in her heart, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes.

She puffed up her cheeks, stared at him with her watery eyes, and whispered angrily: "...Pervert."

Wang Feng didn't take it seriously, instead he laughed even more wantonly: "What's wrong with a man being lustful?"

He leaned closer, his voice low, "What's more... I remember someone tugging at the corner of my clothes when we parted ways, and he wouldn't let go, huh?"

Mochizuki Chixun was suddenly speechless, her cheeks flushed red, and she was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"By the way," he gently curled a strand of her hair with his fingertips, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

Mochizuki Chixun blinked, her long eyelashes casting tiny shadows in the sunlight: "What do you mean by last time?"

"Just invite your bestie to play together." He deliberately dragged out the ending tone, with a playful smile on his lips.

"You!" She suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, with a fire of shame and anger burning in them.

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Wang Feng quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

He sighed in mock disappointment, but secretly observed her reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Silence stretched between the two.

After a long time, Mochizuki Chisaki twisted the corner of her clothes and whispered softly, "Actually, it's not completely impossible. It's just that Miyu..."

The tips of her ears turned red at a visible speed. "I'm not sure if she will agree."

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting such an answer.

He leaned over and touched her burning earlobe: "Why don't you ask? Maybe."

Warm breath brushed against her neck. "When she hears my name, she becomes like someone else."

"Don't be so proud!" Mochizuki Chixun hit his shoulder in embarrassment, but he took the opportunity to grab her wrist.

Wang Feng glanced at the sundial in the courtyard: "I have something else to take care of."

He suddenly put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and sealed her lips with his as she exclaimed.

The kiss was sudden but gentle, and he didn't let go until she was almost out of breath.

"Wait for me in the evening."

Wang Feng chuckled and wiped the water from her lips, then turned and left Shuangshou Pavilion.

…

After Wang Feng left Shuangshou Pavilion, his figure turned into a streak of light that streaked across the sky and flew straight towards the Jishan Mountain.

The mountain wind was howling and the clouds were rapidly passing by underfoot. In just a few breaths, the lush and lonely mountain came into view again.

The foot of the mountain was still silent, with stone steps winding up and covered with moss, almost the same as when he came here a few years ago.

However, the skinny old monk who always swept the floor with his head down was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Feng frowned slightly, but did not stop and climbed up the familiar stone steps.

The green pines on both sides of the mountain path are still tall and straight, and their branches and leaves rustle, as if whispering about the passing of time.

Soon, he reached the top of the mountain.

Osaka's largest Heroic Hall stands quietly here. The hall is solemn and majestic, and the flying eaves and corners are looming in the clouds.

This is the resting place of the deceased. Countless niches are neatly arranged, filled with the smoke of incense, yet there is an indescribable loneliness.

On the bluestone square in front of the temple, a familiar bald figure was holding a broom, slowly sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Tick, tick—"

The sound of a broom scraping across the bricks was particularly clear on the silent mountain top.

Wang Feng raised his lips slightly, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Monk, it's been a few years since we last met. You've swept from the foot of the mountain to the top?"

The man paused, slowly stood up, and turned around—

It was the monk who swept the floor at the foot of the mountain.

"Master, how are you?"

The smile on Wang Feng's face gradually faded, and his eyes were as cold as a knife, piercing straight at the other party.

"Sariel," he said in a low voice, emphasizing each word. "The Shark King is attacking, why are you—standing by and watching?"

(End of this chapter)