Drops of rain fell from the sky of Zhiling City.
The Zhiling District in the southeast of the Continent had a warm climate. There was no snow in any of the four seasons of the year. Winter when it rained was the coldest season here. There were much fewer people on the streets of the market.
Morin stood by the window of the guest room on the second floor of the inn, fiddling with the medicine bag in his hand. The bamboo window was slightly opened by him, and from time to time, he would look out through this gap. Outside the window, there were pedestrians with umbrellas on the side of the road. There were also some small merchants and peddlers doing their little business in the rain. Morin's gaze did not linger on them for long, but looked three streets away — there were no stalls on the bluestone avenue that was much wider and flatter than the street outside the window. There were very few pedestrians, let alone stalls.
Morin's gaze moved along the avenue, but more often stopped on the door on the street, and the deep courtyard behind the door.
The door was the Zhiling District Supervisory Board's door, and the courtyard was the Zhiling District Supervisory Board's compound. Morin had been watching like this for a full five days. He was a very patient person, and he had waited longer and more difficult than this before. But right now, his companion looked a bit impatient.
Fang Yizhu lay on the bed with a plate of peanuts on his stomach. He didn't do anything, but every now and then, a peanut would jump up and accurately fly into his mouth.
After the last peanut was eaten, Fang Yizhu sat up in boredom.
"You are sure he will come?" Fang Yizhu said.
"Definitely." Morin said.
"Then why have we not seen him for eight days?" Fang Yizhu said.
"Maybe he is like us, quietly waiting for an opportunity somewhere." Morin said.
"Let me point this out." Fang Yizhu took the plate off his stomach and said, "First, we're not waiting for an opportunity, we're just waiting for him. Second, based on your understanding of him, do you think this is his style?"
"That's why I have been watching the Supervisory Board's front door!" Morin was also a bit impatient. He could calmly wait for an opportunity, but Fang Yizhu was right, he wasn't waiting for an opportunity, he was waiting for someone. After learning that Lu Ping was going to rescue Su Tang, Morin immediately started to inquire about Su Tang's whereabouts. The intelligence network in their circle was very powerful, so they soon found out that Nightingale had been killed by the Governor of the Canyon District, and that Su Tang had been taken away by the College Supervisory Board and was currently being held in the College Supervisory Board.
Hence, Morin rushed to Zhiling City without stopping and started to secretly inquire. Eight days had already passed, but there was still no news of Lu Ping, and nothing else happened. The only surprise was that Fang Yizhu actually followed him from the North Style Academy all the way here. Morin could not understand this person. However, he couldn't shake him off. He poisoned him thrice and ambushed him twice. In the end, he could only let this guy do whatever he wanted.
"I say, brother, it's not good to wait like this!" Fang Yizhu sighed.
"I just pointed it out." Morin imitated Fang Yizhu's tone, "First, I'm not your brother; second, you can leave at any time."
"I think you're quite good at finding people. Have some confidence in yourself, I'll leave it to you." Fang Yizhu said, then lay back down and slept soundly.
Morin looked at him and clenched his teeth. He really wanted to stab him with the poison drill in his sleeves. But at this moment, on the always quiet College Supervisory Board road, two people suddenly walked over.
Lu Ping?
Morin hurried to take a closer look, but was quickly disappointed. No.
The two people stopped outside the gate of the College Supervisory Board. After waiting for a while, they walked in.
They weren't from the College Supervisory Board.
At this distance, Morin could only tell from their clothes that they weren't members of the College Supervisory Board. In these eight days, this was the first time the College Supervisory Board had a visitor.
'Is it related to Su Tang?' Morin thought. The two people who went in came out of the College Supervisory Board about an hour later.
This time, Morin saw the other person's face and found that he actually knew them.
'Is it the person from the Soul Point Conference?'
Morin remembered the Soul Point Conference a year ago. The person who just walked out was the chief examiner who was particularly disdainful of Zhenfeng College, but was finally knocked down by Lu Ping with one punch!
'What was his name?' Morin couldn't remember his name. He only remembered that he seemed to be from one of the four major colleges.
'That's right, he's called Ding Wen!'
When Morin remembered, Ding Wen was coming out of the College Supervisory Board's main entrance. He seemed to be unaware of this somewhat cold rainy day in the South. After walking out of the main entrance, he looked back at the deep courtyard behind the door and suddenly sighed. Beside him, Mu Yong, the oldest examiner who walked out of the Soul Point Gathering with him, was silent without saying a word.
Eighteen years. This was the year that Mu Yong was the examiner of the Soul Point Conference. In the long history of the Soul Point Conference, his years were nothing at all. But in these eighteen years, he had witnessed the gradual decline of the Soul Point Conference, and its influence was becoming less and less than before.
This year's Soul Point Conference, even the date did not follow the old rules. Because of those things that happened at the Soul Point Conference last year, this year the Empire, especially the College Supervisory Board, had been pointing fingers at them, causing the report of the Soul Point Conference to be delayed again and again.
In the past, this kind of thing would not happen at all.
The Soul Point Conference had nothing to do with the Empire or the College Supervisory Board. Its history was even longer than the Xuan Army Empire. No one or force could point fingers at the Soul Point Conference.
But now, this state had become a thing of the past. After the three empires divided up the mainland, their rule began to seep into all aspects. Other than the four major colleges and the six powerhouses, there were fewer and fewer forces that could transcend their rule. Even the relationship between the four major colleges and the Empire began to gradually become subtle. The six powerhouses had always been the targets of the three empires.
In comparison, what was the Soul Point Conference?
The chief examiner, Ding Wen, who really wanted to let the Soul Point Conference rebuild its influence, became less optimistic about the future of the Soul Point Conference. From the College Supervisory Board, they received a bunch of rules and regulations, which allowed them to hold this conference. What about the next one? Would there be some new rules? What about the next time, and the time after that?
He did not reject more cooperation with the Empire, and also thought that this was necessary for the Soul Point Conference to expand its influence. But in the end, bowing to the Empire like this was not his original intention. What was the difference between this Soul Point Conference and the Empire's Soul Point Conference? Didn't it also become a tool for them to gather talents and consolidate their rule?
"So boring!" Ding Wen suddenly sighed.
Mu Yong was still silent. He knew what Ding Wen was referring to, but he did not know what else to say.
The two left the College Supervisory Board, walked out of the main street, and walked towards the direction of the Soul Point Platform. At the end of the street in front of them, three figures turned around and walked towards them.
At the beginning, they did not pay attention. As they got closer and closer, Ding Wen and Mu Yong finally stopped, and their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.
The two looked at each other, but the three people did not stop and walked past them.
The two stood there for a long time. Ding Wen's shoulders were wet with the rain — he had forgotten to use his superpower to evaporate the rain that fell on his body.
"Did I see it wrong?"
"I don't think so."
The two looked back, stunned, and watched the three figures walk in the direction they came from.
"Lu Ping?"
"Chu Min?"
"The maid of the Qin family?"
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