"Is it pretty?" The man's voice was gentle, and with his handsome face, it sounded like the most beautiful whisper between lovers.
Lian Han, who was already exceptionally beautiful, was naturally not swayed by beauty. After regaining her senses, she coldly said, "Ugly as hell."
"It is quite ugly." Jingli nodded in agreement. "It's a pity it can't be removed."
Lian Han pursed her lips, instinctively feeling that this topic should not be continued, but the hidden worries beneath Old Man Xing's riot in her spiritual sea of consciousness made her unable to ignore them.
"The SkyNet can remove scars, right?" Lian Han used a euphemistic word.
That can't really be described as a scar. Slicing open smooth skin with a sharp blade, it didn't heal over a long period of time; instead, the skin turned outwards, exposing the tender flesh underneath.
The sight made Lian Han feel nauseous. She only caught a glimpse of the upper part of the injury; it seemed there was more below.
Jingli pulled up a chair and sat down, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Even if the Heavenly Net is gone, reality won't disappear. After all, not everyone can see my back like Junior Sister does."
Lian Han: "...How could you be injured like that?"
"Please sit down."
Since the master has said so, Lian Han will naturally not stand on ceremony.
She finally had time to look around at the person's birthplace. Gone was the darkness; the furnishings were much warmer, resembling a living room, except for a card-making workbench in the corner and two shelves for displaying cards.
"Want to know why I got injured?" Jingli poured her tea. "Junior sister, are you worried about your senior brother?"
"Who cares about you? I'm just curious." She could barely admit that she cared about Old Man Xing, but him—humph!
"Then, for the sake of your junior sister's curiosity, go and complete today's card-making task. Ten intermediate ice-type cards, each with a different effect."
Lian Han's face darkened. "Why should I listen to you..."
“You can’t leave without my permission. I also have no objection to giving up this account.” After saying that, seeing her face getting more and more pale, Jingli added, “I’ll tell you when it’s done.”
Lian Han paused for a moment, then walked to the workbench. "This is what you said."
Old Xing realized he had just lost his temper. [Xiao Han, that bastard. You're completely...]
[I'm just curious how to make the wound achieve that effect.]
Old Xing: ...This kid's just being stubborn. Isn't it because I care about him?
But even with this concern, Old Man Xing felt even more indebted to her. If he hadn't suggested naming her Han Jin, this girl wouldn't have been exposed so quickly; she originally intended to sell the cards discreetly.
Lian Han is always completely open and honest with the people she cares about.
As for Jing Li—that brat is injured, so what does it have to do with him? He must have lost his mind to react so strongly!
Ten ice-type cards were not difficult for Lian Han, and she quickly handed them to Jing Li. The man looked at the cards, got a general understanding of her background, and then smiled, "Junior Sister, are you so eager to know about my past?"
"Will you tell me or not?"
“Speak,” Jingli said. “Where there is light, there is darkness. You probably don’t know that something like the Underworld Palace exists in such a dark way.”
The Underworld Palace?
"It's the Blood Nether Flower," the old man explained.
"I see." Thinking this, Lian Han wore a curious expression. "What is that?"
"The Underworld Palace isn't a thing. It's existed a long time ago, even before the Federation was founded. You'll find out what the Underworld Palace is later." Seemingly realizing that her explanation was too perfunctory, Jingli added, "When you advance to 3S, they'll come after you."
"What do you want with me?"
"You'll face two choices then. I'll keep you in suspense for now."
Lian Han: "...Weren't we discussing that wound?"
“Yes,” Jingli said casually, “that was their masterpiece, because I accidentally lost my teacher’s body.”
Lian Han was a little confused. "Back then, there should have been no remains of the body."
"That's what Beiting told you? But that's only what the military knows. In fact, the body was perfectly preserved by the Lord of the Underworld using special methods. But unfortunately, I lost it."
Lian Han: ...
Old Xing: ...Hearing with my own ears that my own body has been lost is a truly peculiar experience.
Lian Han was puzzled, "What do they want the body for?"
“Who knows? That Palace Master—” Jing Li paused, “has transcended the realm of humanity, which has led to his thinking being somewhat abnormal.”
Was this a roundabout way of saying Cangming was crazy? Considering his tone just now, Lian Han began to doubt his senior brother's stance for the first time.
The Underworld Palace, also known as the Blood Underworld Flower, was the mastermind behind the old man's death. Since Jing Li was involved in this process, he should belong to the Underworld Palace. However, he doesn't seem to have much respect for the Underworld Palace now. Could it be due to a dispute over the distribution of spoils, or some other conflict?
Lian Han was puzzled, so he asked, "Knowing so much, what is your relationship with the Underworld Palace?"
"Want to know?" Jing Li raised an eyebrow, then said, "I'll tell you when Junior Sister arrives at 3S."
Lian Han: "...Can I leave now?"
"Sure. But there will be a card-making task every day from now on, and you can only leave after you complete it. To prevent you from being offline for too long, this daily task can be accumulated."
Lian Han exploded, "What does it matter to you whether I make card games or not? Why are you meddling so much?"
"Since the teacher isn't here, I, as the senior student, should at least do my part."
Didn't you kill the old man? Nobody would believe that!
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