In the haze, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.

The remaining sword energy in his mind was still washing over his spirit, causing a dull pain. He frowned and sat up from his bed, feeling extremely weak, as if he had drunk fake alcohol.

Lin Qiye lowered his head. He didn't know when the quilt had been neatly covering him. The slippers beside the bed were neatly placed with the toes facing outwards. On the small table beside the bed, there was a thermos cup. With the lid unscrewed, steam rose slowly.

There was a look of doubt in his eyes.

Yesterday, before the sword energy tide ended, he fainted. He had no idea what happened next or how he got back to the house...

He looked at the sky outside the window, stepped out of bed, and walked towards the open space for training.

As expected, the busy Zhou Ping had already started his daily cleaning work. In the empty space, besides him, there was only Galan who was sitting beside him with a small stool.

Lin Qiye glanced at the time on the wall. It was now 8:07 in the morning. Theoretically, it should be time for class, but Zhou Ping didn't seem to have any intention of waking them up.

"Are you here?" Zhou Ping glanced at Lin Qiye who was standing beside him. "Today's class will be postponed. We will start the class after you all wake up."

Lin Qiye nodded, and then as if he had thought of something, he asked, "Senior Sword Saint, how did we get back to the room after the 'Sword Qi Tide' training yesterday?"

"She carried you back one by one." Zhou Ping pointed at Galan.

Lin Qiye was stunned and nodded.

It turned out to be her...

Lin Qiye walked to the small stool next to Galan and sat down.

"Thank you for yesterday..." Lin Qiye thanked Galan seriously.

But before he could finish his words, Galan quickly turned his head away, snorted, and pursed his lips, as if he didn't intend to talk to him.

Lin Qiye stood there in a daze.

What's going on... Is she angry?

But he didn't do anything!

Just when Lin Qiye was trying to decipher Galan's psychology, An Qingyu and Cao Yuan dragged the sleepy Baili Pangpang out of the room and sat on small stools one by one.

"How did you come out of the same room?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"I don't know. When we woke up, we were in the same room." Cao Yuan rubbed his stiff neck and said with a strange expression, "Qingyu and I were relatively fine. We were still making love when we woke up. Only Pangpang was sleeping on the floor..."

Lin Qiye turned to look at Jia Lan, who suddenly looked a little guilty...

"Now that everyone is here, let's start the class." Zhou Ping dragged the box full of novels in front of everyone, "Everyone come and pick one. The content of this morning is still reading..."

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Lintang City.

A black car slowly drove into a dilapidated manor in the suburbs. Shen Qingzhu and the ninth seat got out of the car and stared at the old villa covered with ancient vines and mosses in front of them, their eyes slightly narrowed.

"Is this the place that Master Yiyu mentioned?" Shen Qingzhu looked around. "It doesn't look like anything special."

"Since Lord Yiyu chose this location, there must be a reason for it." The Ninth Seat locked the car door and walked towards the villa. "Let's go. If nothing unexpected happens, the Third Seat and the Seventh Seat should have already arrived."

The two of them walked into the villa, one after the other. The tiles on the floor were covered with cracks and pits. The ceiling above their heads was covered with cobwebs. A few mice often ran through the dim corridor. Scattered sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the wall. Green vines were like hideous blood vessels, corroding the walls on both sides.

"This place doesn't look like it's habitable..." The Ninth Seat said in surprise.

"This place is not meant for living."

A lazy voice came from the end of the corridor. Shen Qingzhu and the ninth seat tensed their bodies at the same time and squinted their eyes to look in the direction where the voice came from.

They saw a woman in cheongsam standing in front of an ancient door. Her hair was slightly curly. She was holding a painted fan in her hand and shaking it gently. Her blood-red lips were slightly raised, and she was looking at them with a smile.

When the Ninth Seat saw that figure, his body relaxed.

"Seventh Seat, could you please not look like a ghost every time you appear?" The Ninth Seat said helplessly.

The seventh seat put away the painted fan in his hand and sneered: "Why, the ninth seat of the [Believer] is afraid of ghosts? If that's the case, you can't participate in this operation..."

"Is this action related to ghosts?" The ninth seat keenly grasped the key point.

The Seventh Seat didn't say much, she just turned around, twisted her slender figure gracefully, and walked towards the room behind her. Her high heels collided with the tiles on the ground, making waves of echoes in the empty corridor.

"Bring your little friends and come in together."

Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly, but did not say much. He walked into the room with the Ninth Seat beside him.

The space inside the room was much larger than Shen Qingzhu had imagined, and compared to the ruins outside, the furnishings here were much more complete. In the middle of the moss-covered room, there was a huge long wooden table, and a skinny man was sitting quietly beside the table.

When he saw two people walk in, he raised his drooping eyelids slightly, and then looked away.

"The third seat." The ninth seat raised his eyebrows when he saw the man, and then looked to the corner of the room, where there was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, standing by the window and looking into the distance, "That is..."

"He is a newcomer found by Lord Yiyu to replace Old Han. He is now the twelfth seat." The seventh seat explained at the right time.

The young man turned his head, his eyes lightly swept across the ninth seat and fell on Shen Qingzhu. His eyes narrowed slightly, with a dangerous light in them, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Newcomers..." The Ninth Seat nodded thoughtfully, "That is to say, except for the First Seat, all the existing members of the Believers are already here."

"No."

The third seat at the table suddenly said, "The first seat has also arrived..."

"The first seat is here too?" Not only the ninth seat, but also the seventh seat had a surprised expression on his face, "Where is he?"

Although the two had been in [Believers] for a long time, they had rarely heard of the First Seat and had never seen what he looked like. Now that the Third Seat said that the First Seat had arrived, they were naturally extremely confused.

"You don't need to know this." The third seat slowly stood up from his seat, "When the time comes, he will show up naturally."