810 Tea of the Nine Supremes (1/2)

”There is no need to be too careful. Today may be the day I die, but Mr. Nian would surely wait until I'm finished with my words before initiating this massacre. There are certain things that must've bothered him for quite some time — surely he would be desperate to know the answers to them as well,” Yun Yang reassured.

Ji Lingxi nodded, but it was hard to shake off that anxious feeling in her heart.

Knowing that danger lurks ahead, how can I truly relax? What kind of person would be able to do that?

With every step they took up the mountain, Ji Lingxi found herself overwhelmed with a new, foreign feeling — a feeling as if she was held down by some external force, or some form of pressure which made up the atmosphere in this area. It made her strangely uncomfortable, and the discomfort was reflected on her face.

”This must be the spiritual restraining formation.”

Yun Yang strolled as he explained, fascinated. ”This technique is the Four Season Tower's go-to strategy. Back then, they used this exact spiritual retaining formation to seal the manifestation abilities of my brothers, rendering us to fight with only brute physical strength. It was this that caused the tragedy that befell on us.”

Yun Yang's voice was unusually steady. He narrated in a factual, matter-of-factly style — there was not the slightest bit of emotion or expression at all.

”Then can you still…” Ji Lingxi implored, worriedly.

Yun Yang flashed a slight smile. ”It doesn't matter if I can or not — I am no longer the old me. They won't be able to do anything to me now!”

Peals of laughter were heard coming from two sides. Clearly, they were snorting in contempt at Yun Yang's words.

Yun Yang was not bothered by the sniggering at all. He pressed on steadily, slowly making his way up the mountain.

Yet, the murderous aura and malicious intent attacked them in tides and torrents. The experts of the Four Seasons Tower were clearly finding a way to torment Yun Yang, attempting to break his spirit before meeting Mr Nian and admit defeat before before they exchanged fists.

Yet, Yun Yang pressed on — calm and composed without a care, turning a blind eye to his surroundings as if he did not see any of it.

He made this entire journey seemed like it was nothing more than just a sightseeing hike, strolling at a leisurely pace as he made his way up the mountain, poised and unfettered.

…

At the Temple of the Nine Supremes, the sculptures of the Nine Supremes — which were destroyed during the battle back then — had been fully restored, looking as good as new, to Yun Yang's surprise.

The sculptures of each of the Nine Supremes stood tall and solemn in the Temple of the Nine Supremes.

They were the impressions of nine black-cloaked men with concealed faces.

Ji Lingxi raised her head and focused her attention on the last two sculptures. The back of these two sculptures — their faces concealed — seemed to portray a mass of fast-moving clouds.

Those were the sculptures of Wind and Cloud.

Their masters, naturally, were Supreme Wind and Supreme Cloud respectively.

Within this large temple, a tea table had already been set up.

There was only a man garbed in green seated peacefully at one end of the table, brewing tea attentively. The earthy aroma of the tea rose in puffs; his tea-brewing technique seemed unbelievably smooth, every stroke and gesture perfectly natural, making those who watched him feel incredibly at ease — as if watching him brew tea was the highest form of enjoyment one could attain.

Yun Yang smiled. ”This wouldn't be the fake Mr. Nian this time, would it? The leader has finally shown himself?”

The man in green raised his head and returned the smile. ”Lord Supreme Cloud had agreed to meet personally, so why is there a need for this reputed one to hide himself, and let himself be the butt of the joke?”

The man was meagre, his hair peppered with strands of grey and white. His eyes were murky, like they were shrouded by layers and puffs of smoke. He exuded the vibe of an extraordinary being, an aura that stood out from the commons; merely looking at him would prompt one to have a good feeling and likable impression on him.