47. The Gong Family
The Pavilion Master’s words, veiled as they were, made Gong Yiling frown. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping a light rhythm on the wooden table.
“Then I would like to hear what rumors you’ve heard about me.”
The Pavilion Master simply rested his hands on the armrests and said calmly, “The Returning Heaven Sect sent someone to the Baiyao Dynasty to investigate a matter. They wouldn’t send another person to search for the Eight Desolations Sword Master.”
“But if Miss Su isn’t from the Returning Heaven Sect, then how can you use their unique secret technique? This is what puzzles me.”
“You know I can use Sword Control?” Miss Gong thought for a moment.
She had only used her Sword Control once since arriving at the Mo residence.
That was when she dealt with the black-clad swordsmen. No one else was present. She hadn’t used it since, so no one else could possibly know.
If this Pavilion Master knew, then it meant…
“You have people among those black-clad swordsmen?”
The Pavilion Master didn’t reply, but his silence was a confession.
“You don’t need to worry about whether I have spies among them,” he said. “You just need to know that the fate of the Eight Desolations Sword Alliance will be decided in this generation.”
“Perhaps the Eight Desolations Sword Master will never appear again, or perhaps the Eight Desolations Sword Alliance will be completely annihilated in a short time.”
“Miss Su, you have your own reasons for joining the Mo family, but choosing a side is never easy. If I were you, I wouldn’t burn all my bridges.”
His words were filled with hidden meanings.
But Gong Yiling was puzzled.
First, why was he so certain that the matter of the Sword Alliance and the Sword Master would be resolved?
Second, why was his attitude towards her so… unusual?
But both these questions seemed to have a single answer.
That… divination method.
In the book, it was described as a miraculous art, but most who claimed to know it were just half-baked charlatans, their predictions unreliable.
But this Pavilion Master… could he really be a master of this art?
Just as she was pondering this, a bell rang, and the door opened.
Hearing the bell, the Pavilion Master chuckled regretfully. “It seems our conversation has come to an end. If there’s anything you desire, don’t miss this opportunity.”
Although Gong Yiling didn’t really want anything—she hadn’t even looked at the list…
But in his presence, she felt as if she were completely exposed, her every thought laid bare.
She couldn’t deal with someone who could divine the future. No matter how high her swindling skills were, he already had the answer key.
So, Miss Gong, without another word, pulled Leng Yuli and left.
The moment they stepped out, the door closed behind them.
And the Pavilion Master, at that moment, finally removed his mask.
In the dim candlelight, a breathtakingly beautiful face was revealed.
She had long, flowing green hair and mismatched black and red eyes, filled with a thoughtful expression.
“You haven’t changed much since I saw you a few years ago.”
Her voice was now clear and melodious, undoubtedly a woman’s.
The male disguise and voice were just a simple trick.
“But I never expected the destined one and the descendant of the Ancestral Dragon to appear here at the same time.”
She looked at the divination result on the table and picked up one of the uninterpreted items.
When the Eight Desolations end, the Sword Master appears.
The karmic debt of the demonic sea, a monstrous wave.
The Ancestral Dragon draws its sword, and destiny will be fulfilled.
“Although it was just a casual divination, I never thought I would see something so interesting.”
She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window—the only one in the entire Youcang Court, a special type that allowed one to see out but not in.
She looked down at the scene below, the turbulent undercurrents like a child’s play in her eyes.
“The greatest variable has arrived. The Four Kingdoms have already changed once. Who can stop this second change?”
“But Ling’er, what you will do… that’s what I, your auntie, am looking forward to.”
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“Achoo!”
Just after leaving, Miss Gong let out a huge sneeze.
Sniffling, she tried to figure out who was the culprit behind it.
Come to think of it, it could only be the Pavilion Master.
But strangely, although he gave her a strange feeling, she didn’t feel any aversion towards him.
“Did someone curse you?” Leng Yuli, beside her, remarked dryly. “And they cursed you quite harshly.”
“Can’t you think of something nice? Maybe someone is thinking of me.” Miss Gong’s lips twitched. “Many people think about me.”
“Heavens.”
Leng Yuli covered her mouth in mock surprise. “Such a statement? You’re a truly sinful femme fatale.”
“…”
Femme fatale… ahahaha…
That word felt strange when applied to herself, although given her… qualities, it did seem to fit.
Breathtakingly beautiful, a black-bellied personality, the Young Palace Master of a demonic sect, and an ambiguous relationship with a group of women.
—Wait, wait, wait!
Who added that last part? It definitely wasn’t her. Someone was deliberately slandering her.
What did they mean “ambiguous relationship with a group of women”? How was it ambiguous?
They were all her disciples (wings). Their relationship was perfectly normal, nothing strange at all—
“Bam!”
Lost in thought, Miss Gong, completely oblivious to Leng Yuli’s warning, walked straight into a closed door and fainted.
Well, karma came quickly.
