Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 734 - 381: Only One Can Live—You or the Great Wall_2
"Nothing, what were you saying?"
"Going to White Emperor City."
"Oh, I see."
Zhang Ze rubbed his forehead, indicating he was fine.
...
The wind was clear and the moon was bright. By the time Zhang Ze arrived at White Emperor City, it was already night.
A giant wolf, the size of a small hill, lay in front of the White Emperor's residence, its eyes slightly closed, as if enjoying the peace of the moment.
The wolf's mouth moved rhythmically as it chewed on something.
Zhang Ze quietly approached and found that the giant wolf was chewing on the flying stick letter he had sent through his mother-in-law.
The iron rod crunched as it was chewed. Zhang Ze stood by, watching for a while, unsure if he should step forward to inform Sister Wang that he had arrived.
Just as Zhang Ze was about to squat down to pick up a stone to throw at the wolf, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Zhang Ze was startled, hurriedly dropped the stone in his hand, and looked back to see Sister Wang standing there.
A short-haired girl with a capable demeanor, she was tall and had a beautiful wolf tail wagging behind her. Except for her eyes, she was no different from years ago.
In her eyes, there was only fatigue.
"You... this..."
Zhang Ze looked at Sister Wang, then turned to point at the giant wolf.
"It's a spell similar to your Human Race's divinity transformation. I had some matters to attend to just now, so it's here helping me keep an eye on things."
"I see..."
The brief conversation ended, and the two suddenly became awkward.
Even though Zhang Ze had just arrogantly called her Dou, over the endless years, even old acquaintances had changed significantly.
After holding back for a long time, Zhang Ze awkwardly changed the subject, "What is it guarding?"
Sister Wang's gaze passed over Zhang Ze and onto the giant wolf. She waved her hand gently, and the giant wolf transformed into a dark demon qi and was absorbed back into Sister Wang.
As the giant wolf disappeared, a little monk, covered in black from some unknown spell, tumbled down into the snow.
"Hi!૮(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)ა"
The little monk greeted Zhang Ze.
"Hi..." Zhang Ze replied to the slightly eccentric little monk, and the atmosphere became awkward again.
It was apparent that Sister Wang and Zhang Ze had private matters to discuss, but the comically unfortunate little monk was an unnecessary third wheel, unable to move on his own and unaware of where to go.
He was just unnecessary.
"Perhaps you could transform into a wolf again and swallow him back. We can finish our conversation, and then I'll handle him afterward," Zhang Ze suggested cautiously.
"That sounds good, very good." The little monk nodded eagerly from the side.
However, Sister Wang didn't act but instead turned her eyes southward. After a moment, she pulled Zhang Ze to her side.
"Try not to get splattered with blood," Sister Wang reminded.
"Huh?" Zhang Ze was puzzled.
But he quickly understood.
A golden light flew from the other side of the sky, striking the little monk's head with such speed and force that it seemed to be in a hurry as if someone beyond the sky was tugging at a golden line attached to the Buddha statue's chest.
The golden line pulled the Buddha statue to levitate.
It moved at a much slower pace than when it arrived.
It was like reeling in a fish after it had been hooked.
Zhang Ze bent down for a closer look under the Buddha statue, curious to see if the little monk had turned into a two-dimensional cartoon character or if he had been absorbed into the statue.
...
Over by the Northern Territory's Great Wall.
Having finally scratched his itch, Master Konghai stood contentedly to the side, squinting into the 7,000-meter high winds.
Tang cheerfully pulled on the golden line he had borrowed from Master Konghai, reeling it in bit by bit, like someone stealing another's fishing rod for fun.
To be honest, Tang now regretted it. He should never have attempted something as reckless as reversing life and practicing the intricacies of the mundane world.
Now, starting his cultivation journey from scratch, his Mahayana cultivation was gone, and many enjoyable experiences no longer included him, making him truly uncomfortable.
"Damn it, I need to think of a plan to return..."
Old Tang quietly muttered as he reeled in the golden line.
...
Back in White Emperor City.
Truly, Master Konghai was impressive at resolving people's issues.
With a single gesture of retrieving a wayward disciple, he alleviated the awkwardness between Zhang Ze and Sister Wang.
"The wind is strong here, let's find another place to talk."
With a wave of her hand, Sister Wang changed the setting, taking Zhang Ze to the top floor of the White Emperor's residence.
The room contained little more than a long table and two wooden chairs, aside from a solitary coffin.
"How much do you remember now?" Sister Wang asked.
"What I can recall... begins from when I bought my way into becoming the county magistrate of White Jade County and continues for about twenty years. Mostly just that time period. Honestly, sometimes I can't tell which are dreams from this life and which events actually happened in a past life."
Zhang Ze did not take the chair but instead hoisted himself onto the windowsill, leaning against the view of the snowy landscape outside, looking at Sister Wang.
"They should all be real, considering you even remember the name Dou," Sister Wang laughed.
