The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 982 - 459: A Century-Defining Collaboration
In the early morning, the dappled walls of Luodong District were illuminated by sunlight.
Gu Jianlin sat in the shade of the garden trees, watching across a fountain as a white BMW drove through the neighborhood gate. Her husband parked the car and hurriedly got out, carefully supporting his wife as she got out, then retrieved the luggage from the trunk, and they walked into the building together.
A girl with short platinum hair followed them, carrying several bags. Her silhouette in the sunlight was slender and graceful.
Yet she seemed somewhat vacant.
"The doctor advised you to rest well for a while. Being able to sleep well can lead to a complete recovery. I’ll go see Chief Zhou about Xiao Gu’s matter; don’t worry. Youxia will be back home soon; she has some connections," her husband advised earnestly, looking tired, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes.
"Got it,"
The wife muttered, "You should take care too now that you’re getting older. Don’t act like you’re still young. If it doesn’t work out, just retire early; we aren’t short on money. Don’t worry about Xiao Gu; I won’t believe he’s dead until I see the body. Seeing is believing."
"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll do as you say. Should we have chicken soup tonight? Look, Youzhu is sleeping, wake up!"
"Our precious daughter?"
The harmonious family of three disappeared down the dim corridor as the door closed.
Gu Jianlin watched from afar but did not attempt to approach.
His mother indeed found a reliable good man; perhaps without any ties to the Gu Family, she should be living happily now, not having experienced a failed marriage or the pain of losing a child.
Until the Vermilion Bird Clan’s issues are resolved, it’s better to stay away.
"This is what family love is all about. Once upon a time, I longed for such a life too."
Old Master Si pushed the wheelchair and remarked respectfully.
This old fellow was already too old, wise beyond years, never asking what shouldn’t be asked. To him, this scene was utterly terrifying, much like a god that has just descended to the real world, prying into human emotions with a bewildered gaze, mastering the wisdom and cunning of human nature through imitation and learning.
In fact, Gu Jianlin was just in a daze, which made his eyes appear somewhat vacant.
"Let’s go."
Gu Jianlin waved a hand and said softly.
Old Master Si pushed the wheelchair into the shaded pavilion deep in the woods.
An elder had been waiting there for quite some time, also seated in a wheelchair.
After two months, the master and apprentice met again.
Gu Jianlin sat in the wheelchair, looking sickly.
Huai Yin also sat in the wheelchair, looking equally sickly.
The two stared at each other in disbelief.
Old Master Si bowed and left; it wasn’t appropriate for him to be present on such occasions; he knew his place.
"No wonder you became his last disciple, seems you’ve really learned the essence." An elder, lion-like, sat on the stone bench, fiddling with the exquisite tea set on the stone table, and snorted coldly.
Huai Yin took a breath and muttered, "I never taught you this trick in my reserve."
Since Gu Jianlin tasted the benefits after feigning illness last time, he realized the advantages of doing so were too numerous. This time, his disguise was primarily for baiting, confusing the enemy’s assessment of his state.
Although the main forces of the Order World had already withdrawn from Peak City, there would likely still be some residual spies.
He wanted to spread the news of his severe injuries and weakness to lure the Order World into sending assassins.
What would happen then can only be described with a smirk and chuckle.
Gu Jianlin coughed twice, covering his lips with a handkerchief.
"Enough with the act!"
Huai Yin pointed at the elder beside, introducing, "This is Commander Lu, my ally."
Gu Jianlin raised his eyes and immediately used a profile, perceiving an overwhelming murderous aura, a killing intent that only battlefield experience can cultivate—unknown how many life-and-death situations he’d been through. Even the action of brewing tea emitted an aura of overwhelming force and resoluteness.
"Commander Lu."
Gu Jianlin stood solemnly, as this elder did not utilize Extraordinary Ability, making it difficult to discern his rank or path, but the Life Rhythm seemed like artillery fire, as if it could obliterate all evildoers.
This is a soldier; in ancient times, he would be a general defending the country.
He is the Family Head of the Lu Family, the Commander of the Dawn Combat Sequence.
Father of Lu Zijin and Lu Zicheng.
Commander Lu’s sharp eyes scanned Gu Jianlin from top to bottom, as if trying to dissect him inch by inch, snorted coldly, "So this is the person the President chose, seems a bit effeminate, not manly at all."
Gu Jianlin was taken aback; it was his first time receiving such an evaluation.
This Commander Lu seemed quite disdainful of him.
"Don’t mind him, he has that fatherly air towards everyone."
Huai Yin chuckled and said, "Besides, he looks at you through tinted glasses. Due to some historical ties, he generally dislikes people of our line and always has to find some fault."
"Enough of that topic."
He paused and said with a smile, "Child, you did well in the Ancient God Realm."
Gu Jianlin was slightly stunned; he didn’t want to bring up those matters anymore since he ultimately failed to achieve it.
"The life and death of Master are not something external forces can intervene in; it’s her choice."
Huai Yin glanced at him calmly, "You must know, she’s not just your Grandmaster; she is a Guardian of the entire Human World. As Cao Cao once said, ’I’d rather wrong the world than let the world wrong me.’ But Master would rather be forsaken by the whole world than abandon the people of this world. Since she is determined to end the curse of Candle Light Law, we must respect her decision. After all, she is incredibly proud."
