When a collective organization grows to a certain size, it naturally forms several factions within.
There is both open strife and covert struggle between them.
From ancient tis to the present, whether it's nations or federations, it's always been the sa.
"Although I don't support internal conflict, the truth is, the Ether Association has always been engaged in it. Do as you like."
Chen Bojun suddenly asked, "By the way, how's that kid's injury?"
Lu Zijin thought of this, and a faint curve appeared on her crimson lips: "He just advanced to the Second Order Young Master rank, killed twelve of the sa rank, and scared off a Fourth Rank Mad King. No injuries—not even a single strand of hair lost."
Chen Bojun gasped sharply.
"Gu Jianlin's Inheritance Path is Divine, said to be the hardest path to master, but no one has ever seen him practice the First Order's Ghost Transformation or the Second Rank's Dark Shock. And it's only been a week since his awakening—he hasn't had the ti to train for it."
Lu Zijin said proudly, "What's more, he doesn't have a family background or the inheritance of any Ascender faction. While Thunder users can achieve similar feats with Mythical Weapons, it's clear that… the chair-killer is even stronger."
Chen Bojun froze: "Goddamnit, chair-killer? How did our Oga Sequence end up with such a psychotic codena? We're supposed to be a legitimate faction; this is outright disgraceful…"
Lu Zijin smirked faintly: "That's what people on the forums are calling him. His reputation is already being assassinated."
Chen Bojun rubbed his temples: "No, this codena won't do. The association's codes have always been Light, Lin Dong, Thunder, and Sun. Suddenly popping up with sothing like chair-killer—what the hell is that? That thing isn't officially registered, is it? I'll have to go change it later… otherwise, if my brother sees it, I'll get scolded again."
"Up to you. In any case, this talent is Tier 0 level even within the Oga Sequence, isn't it?"
Lu Zijin spoke aningfully: "He's the second Gu Ci'an."
Chen Bojun sighed into his insulated cup: "Indeed. This kid must be protected. The Yan family is courting death; though he wasn't hurt, you played your role well this ti. Quickly clean them up."
He paused: "But let
remind you, the President's condition isn't well, and Rhein… has advanced again. We can fight them, but it must be within the rules, understand?"
Lu Zijin narrowed her beautiful eyes, a chill flashing within.
"Don't think I don't know what you've done. Although none of us believe Gu Ci'an would ever do such a thing, as a minister, you absolutely cannot act recklessly. If anyone catches hold of it, the entire ga is lost."
Chen Bojun warned: "Your Lu Family owes Gu Ci'an; I can understand that."
Lu Zijin remained silent.
"That girl's file—it was you who deleted it, wasn't it? Gu Ci'an's youngest student. You didn't issue a warrant against her, claiming externally that she was already dead. Yet she's alive, staying in Peak City, always by Gu Jianlin's side."
Chen Bojun said gravely: "Last ti at Black Cloud City, I sensed her presence. This is extrely dangerous. Back then, Gu Ci'an introduced her to many people—not just
recognize her. And her concealnt isn't foolproof; Eagle Eye can see through it. Once she's exposed, it'll implicate you, the minister, and spark even bigger problems!"
Lu Zijin let out a light scoff and turned to leave: "Not listening, not listening, Old Wang reciting scriptures…"
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At nine o'clock in the evening, Gu Jianlin ran breathlessly to the gates of Peak City Secondary School.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around.
The vast campus was empty; the teaching buildings were shrouded in darkness, and the leaves of maple trees rustled in the wind. Only the security booth was lit, its monitor screen flickering faintly.
Across the street, the snack street was brightly lit. A stall owner selling grilled squid worked both hands on spatulas across a hot plate, while the sll of stinky tofu wafted from next door. The aroma of takoyaki and grilled oysters lingered in the air.
Couples stood hand-in-hand by stalls, picking and choosing, while a balloon vendor wandered by the roadside.
A few students who had just finished tutoring passed by, chatting and laughing.
Gu Jianlin thought to himself: I'm screwed.
Su Youzhu had agreed to et him at six thirty.
But due to an attack he encountered on the way, he had to wait for soone to handle the bodies, causing him to be two hours late.
Moreover, his phone died right after he sent a ssage saying he was on his way.
He guessed that the girl had probably gone ho a while ago.
Unable to contact her, Gu Jianlin could only co to the school to check.
Once he confird she wasn't there, he'd call a cab back ho.
"Hey, soone go strike up a conversation and ask for her WeChat?"
"Forget it, Old Wang already got scolded earlier."
"Maybe it's just because Old Wang is ugly. Let soone else give it a try!"
A group of male high school students laughed and joked as they passed by, then ducked into the internet café across the street.
Gu Jianlin froze, and abruptly turned around.
On the stone steps by the school fence, a girl with light cyan hair sat quietly, holding her blue backpack and playing on her phone. The faint glow of the screen illuminated her flawless, snow-white face with a crystalline sheen.
Occasionally, soone walked past her, and her short hair and sleeves fluttered in the wind. She looked as beautiful as a painting.
Gu Jianlin couldn't believe it—two and a half hours had passed, yet she was still waiting there.
"Sorry."
He braced himself and walked over, saying: "I ran into so trouble and ca late."
Su Youzhu silently lifted her head to glance at him, her gaze devoid of expression.
Gu Jianlin could only awkwardly hold her gaze.
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