"I’m sure the secrets you don’t want to talk about are sohow related to your occasional ’amnesia.’ Don’t you want to figure it out? What if the ’you after amnesia’ does sothing you don’t like again, or goes sowhere you can’t tolerate?"
"In your case, it’s actually a form of dissociative identity disorder, and that’s not a good thing, right? That’s why the Lin family’s Head is so worried about you. Your family and friends are all concerned about you. Do you still think it’s just your own business?"
"Kenny Lin, I thought you were a mature person. There’s a kind of concealnt that’s well-intentioned, but there’s another kind of concealnt that, even if I don’t say it, you know what I ant. So think about it carefully."
"So problems can never be solved if you don’t face them. I don’t know what issues you have with your mother, but if you don’t want your family and friends to worry about you, and if you want to go further on the path of cultivation, this knot must be untied. Take care of yourself."
After Amalia finished her speaking, she walked away.
Kenny Lin froze in place after he listening to her lengthy lecture.
His handso eyebrows slowly furrowing.
Why did this tone sound so much like General Silva when he talking to his children?
Was Amalia lecturing him like he was her junior?
If Amalia knew what Kenny Lin was thinking at this mont, she might have spat blood, it seed that she doesn’t successfully lectured soone.
Back at the villa, normally, as soon as Amalia walked in, Wealth would pounce on her imdiately.
But this ti, after a few steps, she realized sothing was off.
After searching around, she found Wealth on the sofa in the living room.
Without careful observation, its petite figure could easily be swallowed up by the vast sofa, but she managed to find it, thanks to the holographic television that was on.
A pair of dark eyes blinked incessantly, fixated on the characters on the TV.
Amalia glanced over and noticed it was a period drama.
In an era dominated by spiritual cultivators, the popularity of period dramas could almost surpass modern dramas.
Because so spiritual cultivators, after reaching their limit in cultivation, would venture into the entertainnt industry.
There were also so spiritual cultivators who enjoyed being actors and celebrities.
They fought with real swords and spears on the screen, making the action scenes look more impressive and lifelike than later special effects.
Ordinary viewers, didn’t know about the behind-the-scenes work.
They just believed that the post-production technology was exceptionally brilliant whenever they watched such dramas.
Every ti a popular period drama was aired, there would be a bunch of netizens praising its realistic special effects.
The people who don’t know might even think that the investors of the drama hired a team of fake reviewers.
Amalia didn’t know since when Wealth beca so engrossed in period dramas, and watching them with such relish.
Amalia shook her head when she glance at the love and hatred scene displayed on the holographic screen.
Even a beast was starting to delve into romance; Kenny Lin, that wooden fellow, was even less appealing than his son.
Since Kenny Lin hadn’t returned, Amalia didn’t mind.
She received a ssage from Mighel Zepeda not long after that.
It was related to that genius who had skipped two grades and was now challenging the top ten of the third grade.
"Amalia, that crazy man started to challenge the third place student today. At the rate of one challenge every two days, he should be challenging you on the fourth day."
"Did he defeat all the people he challenged?" Amalia replied.
Mighel Zepeda responded promptly, "He defeated all of them. His fighting style seems a little bit unusual; it doesn’t feel quite righteous."
"If it’s not righteous, Heavenly Path University’s instructor wouldn’t have accepted him. It’s probably just that his cultivation technique is sowhat unique."
"Right, we were thinking the sa thing. Elena Sandoval and I recorded so videos. Do you want to take a look? It’s quite unusual," Mighel Zepeda suggested.
"Send them over," Amalia accepted their kindness without hesitation.
Mighel Zepeda promptly sent the recorded videos.
With nothing else to do, Amalia opened one of the videos and watch it.
Mighel Zepeda and the others had chosen a good spot to record from.
The video was very clear, capturing the entire competition stage and the two individuals on it.
It was because of this clarity that Amalia could imdiately recognize one of the figures on the competition stage.
"Samuel Salvador?"
After a mont of confirmation, Amalia was certain it was Samuel Salvador, who had secluded himself after she left Big Apple City.
She knew Carlos Cabello was going to take the entrance exam for Heavenly Path University, but she hadn’t expected Samuel Salvador to be there too.
The prodigy that the school had been buzzing about was actually him?
Amalia paused the video and found Carlos Cabello’s contact information to ask where he was.
Carlos Cabello had already been admitted to Heavenly Path University, but he hadn’t told Amalia about it.
He want to surprise her.
When he received her ssage, he wasn’t sure if Amalia already knew.
"Amalia, didn’t you want to ask if I participated in the Heavenly Path University entrance exam?"
"There’s nothing much to ask. Which class are you in, Class 1?"
Amalia had sporadic contact with him in the first half of the year.
She knew that Carlos Cabello had fought a life-and-death battle before.
He sustaining severe injuries at first but he could quickly recover his injury with the help of the Salvador family.
As the battles progressed, he beca more successful.
By the end of the sester, she heard that Carlos Cabello was undefeated in every life-and-death battle.
With such a record, he was much stronger than the first grade students, and Heavenly Path University had no reason not to admit him, given that he t all the requirents.w
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