Interceptor

After spending several days having fun at Lianyu Pool—helping drive some piles, dig some pits, chisel some stones, and stack over a hundred empty jars—Zhou Tong called everyone back to the mountain. As they walked along the mountain path, they chatted idly. "Madam Liu is coming up the mountain tomorrow to inspect our lessons. Let's hurry back. We've drunk far too much these past few days; it's time to go back and clear out our stomachs." "Brother Zhou, will she test Little Leopard and me too?" "Naturally, everyone will be tested. Teacher Yin Jizong's lack of reaction wasn't because he thought it was bad. It was merely that he had heard too many master-level performances; his standards were simply too high, and his ears had been spoiled, so he could not easily be moved. But speaking of the final piece alone, it could indeed be counted among the better performances he had heard this year. The light was still plentiful at this hour, which was why they had chosen to stop and rest now. Gathering firewood and preparing food both depended on vision; if they waited until dusk to start, it would not be long before they could see nothing at all. The interior decoration was just like the exterior, showing no consideration whatsoever for the comfort of its tenants. But they would be leaving once this mission was complete, so she only needed to endure until then. Tina comforted herself as she took off her slippers. The white light in Zhang Shiping's hand was not strong, but in essence, it was seventy percent similar to the white light that had just stopped Wuluo's divine power from invading Yu Yao. Holy Light directly stuck his head out, which instead made Satomi Rentaro hesitate. He looked at his own hand, then