BXBX NOVEL Chapter 2595: Ice Flame Continent 53
Ziluo cast a calm glance at the First Elder.
It was evident that his words held little weight for her.
The similarity in the threats from both the First Elder and Kang Yan reinforced their familial connection. However, Ziluo, bound to Kang Yan through marriage, felt compelled to strategize for his benefit.
Yet, they had severely underestimated Ziluo.
She had not committed herself to that level.
Her focus was consistently on the long term, contemplating the future of the True Martial Race and her own. She harbored no illusions about relying on someone like Kang Yan.
“I’ve discussed this with my father, and he believes it’s not the opportune moment. Let’s exercise patience and observe the situation,” Ziluo stated.
The First Elder appeared somewhat helpless.
Ziluo, appearing fatigued, signaled her desire to disengage.
“There’s no rush. Let’s take our time,” she added before departing.
Kang Yan, on the verge of eruption, was restrained by the First Elder. “Why argue with her now? Let’s wait and see their plans.”
Angrily, Kang Yan kicked a bottle aside but refrained from further action.
The First Elder, more cautious, arranged for surveillance on Ziluo’s recent activities and dispatched someone to the True Martial Race to gather information.
On the first day, Ziluo maintained tranquility, taking no decisive action.
It wasn’t until the following day that she leisurely approached Kang Shi.
She didn’t adopt a secretive approach. Instead, Ziluo entered openly, although without any overt display. Only a select few were present, deliberately chosen.
Despite having visited only a couple of times, she navigated the area with ease, as if it were a familiar haunt. Observing Kang Shi’s absence, she meandered through the surroundings.
His living space was modest but impeccably clean, adorned with various herbs. These herbs seemed peculiar, surpassing the quality of those in the Anicca Clan’s Medicine Sect. It explained Kang Shi’s ability to craft exceptional pills.
A teapot sat on the table, suggesting his penchant for tea, a rarity among dedicated cultivators who seldom devoted time to such pursuits.
Upon encountering a face she had no desire to see, Gu Chaoyan greeted her with disdain. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you and share some information,” Ziluo confidently responded, taking a seat. With a smile, she added, “Won’t you pour me a cup of tea?”
“Sorry, I don’t have time for tea. Just tell me what you want,” Gu Chaoyan retorted, dismissing the idea of serving tea.
Undeterred, Ziluo didn’t dwell on the matter.
If there was no time for tea, so be it.
Business took precedence.
“I returned to the True Martial Race two days ago.”
“…”
“My father has something he wants me to deliver to you.”
“…”
“Presently, you face two alternatives. The decision is yours.”
“…”
“Option one, continue living in this state of uncertainty. Eventually, at the opportune moment, the First Elder will intervene.”
“…”
“Option two, collaborate with Father to facilitate your father’s path to Clan Leader. No hindrances will impede you here, ensuring a smooth ascension to Clan Leader in the future. Father and I will offer assistance, and…”