The Burden

The next day, Wenren Sheng went to work at the Patrol Division as usual.

The moment he entered, the staff member in charge of attendance immediately stood up and greeted him with great respect. "Mr. Wenren, we'll be relying on you again today."

His attitude was practically that of someone looking at the father who was buying him a house outright...

Wenren Sheng found it a little strange, but did not dwell on it. Smiling, he walked inside.

After all, too many people respected him. One more made no difference.

Teacher Qin came in right after him.

Yet the staff member said nothing and remained strictly businesslike.

Even Teacher Qin found the stark difference in treatment rather puzzling.

He stopped and said, "Sun Peng, why didn't you greet me?"

"Ahem, my throat hurts today."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you."

"You used to be like this too," Sun Peng said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Fine, then I should tell you something. Your girlfriend's gone. I was planning to find time to introduce someone to you." Teacher Qin shook his head and walked inside with his hands behind his back.

It was another peaceful day.

After learning the zither yesterday, Wenren Sheng took out that ancient zither again. This time, he applied for a special testing ground.

He planned to uncover all of its secrets in one go.

He would let the zither reveal its own secrets.

It was underground, completely sealed off, with countless containment rituals.

Even with his strength, he could feel waves of oppression the moment he stepped inside.

The ceiling was low, barely over two meters high, and ritual patterns of every sort covered the place.

Some glimmered with light, while others made noises, creating all kinds of audio-visual pollution that left one's mind heavy