Chapter 69: Silence Before The Storm
"Let's et at the usual spot, sa ti. I’ll be seeing you there!" Wang Xuan quickly responded.
Qing Mu's eyebrows shot up, clearly caught off guard. Because Old Chen had made it clear that under no circumstances would he be in the sickroom tonight for a public "viewing." He was done with people lining up to touch and prod him. He had even threatened that if it happened again, he would pretend to drop dead right then and there. Enough was enough!
Hearing Qing Mu's ssage, Wang Xuan sighed, "Co on, Old Chen. You've faced tougher challenges and shone so brightly in the Pamir Plateau. And now this? It's not like a few touches will hurt. It's just not your style."
Was that even a fair comnt? Qing Mu just shook his head. I an, Old Chen had been subjected to two straight nights of such treatnt. Who would be alright with all that?
"Alright," Wang Xuan conceded. "We've still got ti. Let's plan another eting when they least expect it."
As the morning sun began to rise, painting the sky in fiery shades, a soft mist enveloped the surrounding area. With the transition from autumn to winter, the sprawling estate was bathed in a serene, ethereal glow. Tall trees dotted the property, and under the combined effect of the dawn light and fog, it looked like sothing out of a painting.
Having finished breakfast and with ti on his hands, Wang Xuan picked up a fishing rod Old Chen had left behind and headed to the pond in the estate's backyard. Given the increasing bustle and noise of the gathering guests at the estate, Wang Xuan would rather spend the morning fishing in Old Chen's stead than endure the clamor.
The pond wasn't small by any ans, connecting to a river nearby. Wild fish were abundant, and tall reeds lined its banks, providing a ho for various water birds. Every so often, a bird would flutter its wings and take to the sky.
Wang Xuan found a cozy spot and, with a fishing rod in one hand and cara in the other, began taking photos. He sent so over to Qing Mu, hinting that they might cheer up Old Chen, who was probably getting stir-crazy in bed.
But instead of amusing Old Chen, the photos did quite the opposite. Is that boy seriously using that special edition rod like a stick, thrashing about and splashing water everywhere? The sight almost gave Old Chen a heart attack. He wished he could jump up and show Wang Xuan the right way to fish. If Wang Xuan was going to be this clueless, maybe it would be better if he just fell into the pond and left the rod alone.
"Check this out! I got a 22-pounder!" Wang Xuan texted, with another photo attached.
Without a word, Qing Mu showed the ssage to Old Chen. The picture showed Wang Xuan, rod held upside down, seemingly using it to spear a fish. To Old Chen, it was nothing short of blasphemy. That rod, a custom-made gift, was now in the hands of a complete novice. Old Chen silently vowed to give Wang Xuan a piece of his mind later that evening.
Wang Xuan could hear faint sounds of soone approaching. He sighed, realizing that his monts of peace were coming to an end. He cherished these simple tis, like teasing Old Chen or enjoying a quiet fishing session. Before long, he'd be venturing into the vastness of space, and who knew what awaited him there.
Despite their efforts to appear nonchalant, the intentions of the people drawing near were obvious. So were casually walking by the pond, others snapped photos of the birds, and a few even decided to try their hand at fishing.
Is soone important about to arrive? Wang Xuan could not help but wonder as he observed the unfolding scene. These early arrivals were clearly skilled individuals, yet they blended in seamlessly, making it challenging for an average person to notice anything unusual.
The fishern nearby seed leagues ahead of him in technique, carefully selecting and preparing their spots with precision. The bird photographers appeared even more dedicated, brandishing caras worth a small fortune, indicating they were top-tier professionals. And those taking leisurely strolls or practicing Tai Chi? They exuded an aura of seasoned wellness enthusiasts.
In total, about twenty individuals had quietly dispersed into the area. To a casual observer, there seed to be no connection among them. However, their strategic positioning made it evident they could work together seamlessly if required.
Having mastered the sixth layer of the Golden Body Technique at his age, Wang Xuan's abilities were beyond impressive. Not only did this enhance his physical prowess, but it also sharpened his ntal acuity. With his heightened senses, he had a keen awareness of every subtle movent and intention of those around him.
That was why he was concerned. This group was no ordinary one; they were a formidable, well-trained bunch. Yet, he was relieved not to sense any hostile intentions from them. It appeared they were rely setting the stage, likely to escort or guard so high-profile individuals. If he'd sensed otherwise, Wang Xuan was ready to act.
However, just as he thought he'd figured out the situation, another five or six groups seamlessly integrated into the scene, further heightening his alertness.
Before long, figures appeared in the distance. Against the backdrop of the morning mist and dawn's rosy hue, their silhouettes looked enchanting. Walking on the soft grass, their youthful vitality was a sight to behold.
"Is that Da Wu? Is she arguing with soone?" Wang Xuan was taken aback, quickly recognizing the distinct figure of Da Wu amidst the group. To his surprise, it was her.
It seed he might have overthought the situation earlier. Those people weren't here for him. Da Wu and her companions hadn't approached him, and they were still engrossed in their dispute.
Then again, he thought, it seed implausible for such an elite group to be prepping and guarding for Da Wu and her young friends. Wang Xuan speculated that a more important figure might be due to arrive, and the youngsters had inadvertently arrived early.
Not too concerned, Wang Xuan continued fishing... or rather, "spearfishing
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