Sending a letter to the Human race was naturally referring to sending a letter to Chen Changsheng.
In Guardian Li's view, given the relationship between the Pope and Her Highness as master and disciple, as long as he knew of this matter, he would assuredly think of a way to resolve it. Whether it was personally writing a letter or using some other method, it would place no small amount of pressure on the Empress. The Empress would presumably have some misgivings about her actions. But for some reason, Princess Luoluo was unwilling to agree. In the past three years, the Pope's whereabouts might have been difficult to find, but now, the entire continent knew that the Pope had returned and had even accomplished many great deeds.
"Teacher … I wonder how he's been these past few years."
Luoluo softly said, "He still has many things to do. As his student, I can't help him, but I also can't give him any trouble."
Guardian Li was rather anxious. "How could this be giving him trouble? And that year in the capital … "
Luoluo knew what she wanted to say and shook her head. "Back in the capital, from the Grand Examination to the Mausoleum of Books to the Garden of Zhou, you and I seemed to be the Orthodox Academy's greatest backers, but in reality, we were limited by our statuses and simply couldn't do anything. And just like now, Teacher has never asked me to do anything."
Guardian Li was somewhat confused by her meaning.
"This is the reason why in these past few years, besides studying, Teacher hasn't even sent a single letter."
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and earnestly said, "None of you understand Teacher's meaning. Ah, he really dotes on me."
Guardian Li froze, asking, "Then Your Highness, how do you understand?"
Luoluo matter-of-factly replied, "Because I'm Teacher's student."
Guardian Li wanted to say a few more words of advice, but seeing her expression, she ultimately only sighed.
Luoluo comforted, "Even if Mother has any thoughts, she won't do anything to harm me. After all, I'm her daughter by blood."
Guardian Li thought to herself, this truly is reasonable. The Empress only has one precious daughter, so there's no reason for her not to love her.
"But … what if the Empress really wants you to marry the Second Prince?"
"You mean that cousin from the Great Western Continent? I met him once when I was very young. "
Luoluo recalled her childhood and smiled. "He definitely doesn't want to marry me."
Guardian Li thought, that Second Prince is unable to inherit the throne of the Great Western Continent. If he marries Princess, he might become the next White Emperor, so why wouldn't he be willing?
"Who wants to marry a tigress?"
Luoluo stretched out her two small hands as if she was about to pounce. "If he really becomes bold and insists on marrying me, I'll bite him to death," she said.
After saying this, she opened her mouth and roared twice. However, she didn't look like a tiger. She looked more like a kitten. She was extremely cute.
How could Guardian Li endure this? She pulled her into her embrace and began to rub her body. She beamed and said, "Who wouldn't like such a treasure like Her Highness?"
Then, she thought of a certain matter and snapped, "Only His Holiness the Pope is unlucky."
Luoluo saw her resentful expression and couldn't help but giggle. Then, she blinked her eyes and moved closer to her ear to whisper a few words.
Guardian Li was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. She asked, "So that's what you think?"
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and said innocently, "I wasn't thinking of anything."
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Clouds and mist lingered outside the cliff.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at Zhexiu's pale face, and his face also became somewhat pale. "Don't scare me," he said.
Zhexiu realized that his joke had not been very effective, so he returned to his normal appearance and said no more.
Tang Thirty-Six turned to Chen Changsheng and asked, "Just what's going on here?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "It's just like what you saw."
Tang Thirty-Six was very angry. "Yesterday, he was still in high spirits. How can you tell that he's a man about to die?"
Yesterday, on the plateau, Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu had worked together to kill the White Tiger Divine General.
Chen Changsheng's swordplay was admittedly extremely swift and fierce, but the person who had truly decided the situation was Zhexiu.
Everyone who had seen it with their own eyes would probably find it difficult to forget that scene for the rest of their lives.
At the time, Zhexiu had silently appeared behind the White Tiger Divine General like a real ghost.
The White Tiger Divine General was the second-ranked Divine General of the Great Zhou, and his cultivation had already reached the peak of Star Condensation. He could be considered one of the strongest ten-some people below the Divine Domain.
But when Zhexiu had already arrived behind him, he had actually been completely unaware!
This matter itself was extremely strange and terrifying to the extreme.
And then there was the fact that he had used his wolf claws to tear apart the White Tiger Divine General's almost perfect Star Domain.
The strength Zhexiu had displayed on the plateau was many times greater than what he had displayed in the capital several years ago, many times more terrifying.
Tang Thirty-Six was very shocked. He believed that Zhexiu had had another fortuitous encounter in the snowy plains of the north, or that he had rapidly advanced after fighting with demon experts in the last few years. As for his illness, it was naturally completely cured.
He had not expected that not only had Zhexiu's illness not been cured, it had even gotten worse.
The Tide Rush of Blood was a strange illness that Zhexiu had brought out of his mother's womb. As he grew older, the illness worsened, and the frequency at which it flared up increased.
Accompanied by unbearable pain, his meridians would be broadened, his sea of consciousness would also expand, and his strength would rise at an astonishing rate.
This was not a good thing. It was like the water in a river gradually overflowing its dike. It seemed ferocious and unstoppable, but once the dike collapsed, how could the river water remain?
The faster his strength rose, the closer his body was to the verge of collapse.
From the current situation, Zhexiu's strength was rising at an unimaginable speed, which also proved that he was getting closer and closer to that day. There would come a day when the tidal waves of berserk true essence would burst through his meridians, and the rapidly increasing star radiance would tear apart his body, welcoming him to death.
Tang Thirty-Six stared at Chen Changsheng and said, "Four years ago, you clearly said that you could cure his illness."
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then said, "I didn't think it would be so fast, and also …"
He did not finish because he could not bear to say it — in these last few years, Zhexiu had fought far too frequently with demon experts on the snowy plains of the northern border, exhausting his body too much. Moreover, he had not taken medicine on time. These were all important reasons for Zhexiu's current condition.
Tang Thirty-Six continued to stare at him.
Chen Changsheng understood his meaning and shook his head. "I sent the first bottle as soon as it was made. It was useless."
Tang Thirty-Six asked, "Is there no other method?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Ordinary medical techniques are not very useful. In my view, the simplest and most effective method is like what the Divine Empress did at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books. She completely shattered my soul and body and then reforged it."
The Tianhai Divine Empress was already dead, and it would be difficult to find a second Concealed Divinity Realm expert in the world.
The secluded Wang Zhice might have reached this legendary realm, but in the depths of the clouds, how could one search for him?
"There's another method: use a sufficient amount of Sacred Light and pour it directly into his body."
Chen Changsheng continued, "If we can find a way to the Sacred Light Continent, then there's still hope."
Tang Thirty-Six's complexion improved a little upon hearing this.
Although the chances were still slim, hope was still hope.
And from Chen Changsheng's words, he could tell that Zhexiu's lifespan was probably not as short as he had said, only ten days to half a month.
Tang Thirty-Six asked, "Just how much longer can he live?"
Chen Changsheng thought it over, but he did not give a definite answer.
"I will think of a way to extend this period of time a little longer."
It truly did require a little longer, because finding a path or method to the Sacred Light Continent was not easy.
More importantly, before this, they had to first resolve the matter of this continent.
Zhexiu replied, "I will strive to live a few more years."
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(A few days ago, I flipped through some old articles and discovered a romance written ten-some years ago. Because of the revision, half of it was cut off from the public version of the last year of the Qing Dynasty, so I gathered it up and put it on the WeChat public account. Everyone is welcome to see me from ten-some years ago …)
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