Before the plane took off, Jiang Cheng edited a message and sent it to Luo Xiaoli.
"Xiao Li, I have an urgent matter to attend to in Lanjing. There's been a problem at home, and my father is in the hospital right now, so I urgently arranged for a private jet to take me back. You focus on your training here, and if you have any problems, you can talk to Instructor Wan Xingyan. He will help you solve them. I'll be back soon. I hope Dad will be alright."
The message was brief and rushed; he didn't know what to say, as everything was uncertain until he arrived in Lanjing.
Fortunately, half an hour had passed since the sudden news arrived, and he calmed down a bit, though he felt the air growing increasingly heavy and the pressure mounting.
The plane is preparing for takeoff.
Luo Xiaoli did not reply.
Jiang Cheng wasn't surprised; at this time, she should still be training and wouldn't have time to check her phone.
He knew his time was limited, and he could only hope for the best outcome: that his father would be alright after he arrived in Lanjing, and that he could stay with him for a while before returning to the Federation to continue the great task of resisting the invasion.
If this is just a minor incident, then we should really thank God.
As the sound of the aircraft engines filled the air, the cabin doors slowly closed, and the plane sped down the runway before soaring into the sky.
Jiang Cheng looked out the window and saw the sky and distant birds. Then he passed through the troposphere and came to the stratosphere, stepping on the clouds.
His mind was filled with worries, and he suddenly felt extremely tired. He didn't want to speak, and the thick chair enveloped him completely. He leaned against the backrest, lost in thought, unwilling to think about anything.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural occurrences in life. No one can avoid them.
Therefore, living in this world is not a simple matter; one is surrounded by all kinds of emotions and washed away by countless setbacks in life.
Those setbacks are like steel wool. You lie on the bath bed, your hands and feet tied, and you have to endure the scrubbing of the steel wool. The pain is unbearable, but you can't resist. You can only scream at the top of your lungs and mutter, "It hurts so much, be gentle... be gentle."
While Jiangcheng was already heading to Lanjing, the Federation's Cold Weapon Museum was bustling with activity.
Honestly, these people are training really hard. They seem to know the responsibility on their shoulders, and now that they've reached the final steps, there's no reason for them to be lazy anymore, so they're training like crazy.
Groups have a magnetic field.
Emotions are contagious.
This is just like attending a class in school.
If a class is full of good students who study hard in the morning, at noon, and even in bed at night with flashlights, then those who don't work hard will easily be excluded, and they will take the initiative to start studying.
Similarly, if all the students were bad, carving the Qingming Scroll on their desks, sleeping in class, running around wildly after class, skipping school at night to go to internet cafes, and idly pulling on girls' bra straps, then everyone would lose interest in studying and want to join in pulling on girls' bra straps.
Inside the cold weapon museum, Adela and Zhu Yibai, who trained the hardest, often arrived half an hour before the class started.
They discovered that Teacher Jiuyue usually doesn't go anywhere else; she eats here and sleeps in the venue at night, just grabbing a blanket and sleeping on the floor. She's quite a strange person.
So, arriving early, the two eagerly asked their teacher questions about sword techniques, since she was there day and night anyway.
Adela admires the strong. After her tiger's mouth was split open by a single blow during that sparring session, she became extremely fond of September and truly regarded her as her mentor from the bottom of her heart, hoping to learn superb sword skills that would benefit her for a lifetime.
Unlike Zhu Yibai, as a boy, he is very interested in cold weapons. When he holds a knife, he will even mutter some cringeworthy lines. The move he most wants to learn is the draw slash, but at his current level, he is not at all capable of learning such a difficult skill.
With these two fiercely competing, the others were not to be outdone.
So, before the course even started, everyone had already arrived at the cold weapon hall half an hour in advance to warm up and practice.
That afternoon, Luo Xiaoli was sparring with Ke Bing, completely unaware that Jiang Cheng had sent her a message. After a round of practice, beads of sweat appeared on Xiaoli's forehead. The sword she had chosen was called Falling Cherry Blossom, a traditional Japanese steel sword, somewhat similar to the Demon Sword, though with subtle differences.
During her training, Luo Xiaoli didn't notice that Teacher Jiuyue was watching her.
Inside the bright kendo dojo, September was sitting in the center of the front row, with the wall behind her. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a sword with her hands behind her back.
After observing Luo Xiaoli's performance for a while, Jiu Yue slowly withdrew her gaze and spoke in a calm voice.
"Stop for a moment, everyone."
The falling knife suddenly stopped. Someone turned their head to look in September's direction. Zhu Yibai wiped the sweat from his brow, a puzzled look on his face. He paused for a moment and put down the knife.
The tip of the knife touched the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know either, let's hear what the teacher says," the person he was sparring with replied.
In September, she looked around at everyone, reached out and pointed to Luo Xiaoli's position, "I see that you have practiced enough, and you have mastered the basic sword skills. There are even a few of you who are quite good. Now come over here."
“Me?” Luo Xiaoli pointed to herself.
“Yes, and that tall guy too.” September called Adela over again.
Two men approached, each holding a knife, and warily eyed each other. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, with the glint of swords flashing between them.
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