"Bang bang bang!"
Not far away, fireworks once again lit up the night sky, and tourists cheered loudly.
Tao Yingzhi's tears flowed more and more fiercely.
Wu Yue withdrew her gaze from the tourists who were immersed in the magnificent scenery. "What did your father say?"
“My dad said this might be the last time we’ll ask the Wind God for help.”
The girl's body trembled. For some reason, she began to feel fear, despair, and sadness; all the negative emotions swept over her.
The faint glow of the fireworks spread outwards.
Yan Chiyu glanced at his phone screen, which had suddenly lit up. It was a message from Wen Yao:
[Lord Yan, I have arrived.]
The boy said indifferently, "Let's go take a look."
Led by Tao Yingzhi, they weaved through the crowd, traversed dimly lit paths, and took shortcuts.
There is a row of railings around the Temple of the Wind God.
Tao Yingzhi was familiar with the route, but she crawled rather slowly.
Yan Chiyu and Wu Yue exchanged glances, and at the same time, they placed their hands on the railing and flipped over cleanly and steadily, landing safely.
Her long, slender legs drew graceful arcs in mid-air, leaving Tao Yingzhi speechless and nearly causing her to fall off the railing.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and quickly jumped off the railing and ran towards the Temple of the Wind God.
Yan Chiyu: "Not bad."
Wu Yue: "...I've practiced it." It seems to be a martial arts world. As the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, she was required from a young age to lie down rather than sit.
To become the white moonlight in the heart of the martial arts-obsessed male protagonist and his sparring partner, she began to strictly discipline herself from the moment she transmigrated. Every day, she would get up before the rooster crowed and practice martial arts in the courtyard, attempting to master superb skills. And the posture she just displayed was the most basic escape posture for scaling walls.
Following Tao Yingzhi into the hall, Wu Yue realized that the atmosphere inside was somewhat heavy.
A middle-aged man suddenly yelled at Wu Yue and the others, "Who let you in? Get out now!"
He quickly realized that these were his daughter's friends, and his anger shifted to Tao Yingzhi. "Zhizhi, what are you doing bringing two unrelated people into the hall? Take them out, and don't come here anymore. Go home."
"Dad, listen to me, they are—"
Tao Yingzhi tried to explain, but was ruthlessly interrupted.
"I don't care who they are, I'm annoyed! Let's go!" Tao's father's face was full of anxiety and frustration, and his eyes gradually turned sad and desperate.
The Tao family had guarded the Wind God for three generations, never expecting such a tragedy to occur in his generation. Why? Why did the once intact Wind God statue crack, and why is it beyond repair?
The Wind God is the symbol of Wucheng and the guardian of the Tao family. Without the Wind God, how can he face his ancestors?
Tao Yingzhi looked at Yan Chiyu and the others apologetically, "I'm sorry, my dad is also... well, do you have any ideas?"
Yan Chiyu's gaze swept across the hall, and when it passed over Tao Yingzhi's head, he took a closer look. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes.
"Mr. Tao," the boy called out.
Tao's father didn't react at all, lost in self-blame. Tao Yingzhi quickly walked to his side and shook his arm.
"Mr. Tao," the boy called out again.
"Huh? Hmm? What..."
"I have a way to repair the crack. But you need to make a choice." The cool, deep voice, paired with his still-immature handsome face, inexplicably exuded an imposing aura that was impossible to ignore.
Tao's father's head was throbbing badly, and his intuition told him not to listen to what the other person was about to say, but he couldn't help asking, "What do you mean?"
"Choose one: your daughter or the Wind God."
Tao Yingzhi suddenly raised her head.
Tao's father was also incredulous; he seemed not to understand what Yan Chiyu was saying.
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