“I didn’t have time to tell you—” Uncle Bin brewed some top-quality Longjing tea and poured hot water into the purple clay teapot. “He came back very late last night and immediately received orders from the organization. He set off early this morning to carry out a mission. The task is quite complicated, and he won’t be back for a while.”
"It's quite rare for him to go on missions alone. I thought you two always worked together."
Lan Xi sat down, took out a small notebook filled with alchemy notes from her bag, and waited for Teacher Sang to come out.
"Haha, there are always exceptions." Uncle Bin brought a cup of tea to Lan Xi. "It's so cold outside, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves."
"I texted him to apologize at noon today, but he didn't reply." Lan Xi took the drink and took a sip.
Warmth entered my heart and spread throughout my body.
"He must have been on a plane at the time. But even after he got there, there was still no signal."
Lanxi played with the lone Pikachu doll on the sofa, without responding.
"We also need to prepare to leave," Uncle Bin said to Lan Xi with a hint of regret, taking a sip of tea.
"So sudden... Weren't you supposed to stay until the end of the semester?"
"We also have to go out on a mission, and we're still in contact with Lin Yue. But our poetry club won't be shut down by the school for the time being, and we'll come back when we have time. So don't worry."
At this moment, Sister Sang came out of the room with red eyes.
"Teacher Sang, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I just watched the episode of 'Zhu Xian' that aired last night, and I was moved to tears."
"Hey! You're looking too! Biyao died such a tragic death! All those so-called righteous sects in the martial arts world are no good people!"
The two chatted about TV series for a while.
“I’m leaving soon and won’t be able to teach you alchemy for a while. I’m quite sad about it.” Sister Sang took out a thick A4-sized notebook. “It contains the essential notes I took when I was studying with my master. Here you go.”
"This...is this a notebook that Teacher Sang took herself? It must be very important to you, right?"
"Take it, take it. I've already memorized it. With your talent and being the Holy Blood Witch, you'll definitely be able to digest it all very quickly."
Lan Xi took it as if holding a precious treasure, and then bowed deeply. Sister Sang turned her face away, tilted her head back, and desperately tried not to let her tears fall.
Lanxi felt that the atmosphere today was strange, perhaps due to the sadness of the sudden separation.
"Today, I'm going to give you your last lesson, so you'd better pay attention! Then you need to review what you've learned before."
The one-hour lecture flew by.
Uncle Bin listened with curiosity for the first time, but soon he lay down on the sofa, covered himself with a blanket, and fell asleep.
"Wow, not bad..." Sister Sang commented to Lan Xi, "You can graduate from this troublesome course, alchemy!"
"How could that be? I've only learned a little..." Lan Xi smiled shyly.
"I mean, you've graduated from that dreadful course, Introductory Alchemy! From now on, you'll have to learn on your own!"
“Okay!” Lan Xi nodded, then stared at the closed bedroom door in the dormitory.
"By the way, Sister Shanshan is back?"
"Yeah. But she was too tired when she rushed back last night and slept until now. That's what being a night owl is like."
"Give my regards to her..." Lan Xi packed her pen and notebook into her schoolbag, ready to go home. "We agreed to go buy lipsticks together a few days ago!"
After saying goodbye, Lan Xi left the poetry club and went home in the setting sun.
A short while later, Shan Shan came out of her room, seemingly having not slept at all. She felt she didn't know how to lie and was afraid of being found out, so she simply stayed in her room watching TV.
"You owe her a shopping trip." Uncle Bin woke up at some point and overheard Sister Sang and Lan Xi's conversation, as well as what Shan Shan said.
"Don't worry..." Shanshan came out, filled a small glass with water, drank it in one gulp, and continued, "Just now, when none of you were paying attention, I slipped a farewell note and a lipstick for her into her backpack."
Sang Jie and Uncle Bin were both surprised, as they had never seen Shan Shan's door open.
"When do we depart?" Shanshan asked Uncle Bin, leaning against the wall, waiting for him to give the order.
"I'll be leaving in a bit." Uncle Bin stretched, looking refreshed.
"Our opponent is the ancient demon god Naidinger. The organization has already told me where it is based. We will return to the rooftop where the high sacrifice took place, and then use the magic circle and the dimensional rift to jump to the demon realm and eliminate the demon god."
This is our battle, our revenge. If there's any ultimate fate, it's that the four of us are together.
Originally, the organization did not allow them to confront Naidinger directly, but Uncle Bin no longer cared about that.
Shanshan listened calmly, but when she thought of Lin Yue, her face involuntarily fell.
Everyone knows the odds of defeating the ancient demon god, but no one wants to utter the word "short-sighted." Miracles still exist somewhere in this world.
"Actually..." Sister Sang had already packed her things and put on her coat when she came out, "It's really not used to not having someone to argue with. If I win this time, I'll consider it revenge for him; if I lose, I can still go down and continue arguing with him."
"Win or lose." Shanshan had no luggage and could leave at any time.
"If we win, we'll hang Naidinger's head on the poetry club door to ward off evil! If we lose, we can just gather a table in hell to play mahjong, haha."
Everyone knows what's going on.
Uncle Bin was well-prepared. The black box contained all the necessary exorcism tools, and the sword had been sharpened to a fine point last night. This was the most thoroughly prepared operation, yet it had the lowest chance of success.
Before leaving, he calmly turned on the old-fashioned gramophone and played Beethoven's "Symphony No. 5". Then he took out his treasured French brandy and filled each person's glass to the brim.
"Come on, cheers!"
The unusual rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the windowpane, creating a continuous, relentless pattering sound.
Three wine glasses, each with a tiny bit of brandy remaining, were left on the table.
Xie Xuanbin led his companions out, taking the lead himself to be bathed in the torrential rain before the battle.
The last warrior vanished into the water and mist.
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