The Intercessors

"Steven? What's wrong? You look like you've got something weighing on your mind."

Alice was unexpectedly still awake in the hotel lobby. When she saw Wu Ming coming over, she rubbed her eyes.

"Oh? It's nothing!"

Wu Ming patted his cheek. He hadn't realized his melancholy was showing so plainly.

After all, what had happened carried an impact far too great to ignore. Compared to it, even the rise and fall of the Golden Oak Kingdom was no more than a speck of dust—nowhere near enough to trouble Wu Ming.

"The night fishing didn't go very well. Don't worry, I'm fine!"

But Wu Ming was still Wu Ming. In the blink of an eye, he had recovered, and he planted a mental suggestion in Alice's mind. "Go back and get some sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow!"

"Yawn..."

At his words, Alice stretched and yawned. "Then I'll go back to bed. You should get some rest soon, too..."

"Hm?"

When Wu Ming opened his bedroom door, he was surprised to find Angelina inside as well.

"Honestly..."

He covered his forehead. "Why aren't either of you getting some sleep? If girls don't get enough rest, watch out—you'll age in no time!"

"Hmph!"

Angelina's attitude was a little strange. She stared at Wu Ming, an even brighter, more peculiar light in her eyes.

"Big brother, you've been different from everyone else ever since you were little!"

The obedient girl from daytime had disappeared. It seemed that this little punk was her true self.

"What are you trying to say?"

After everything that had happened today, Wu Ming had already decided to give her another mental suggestion.

He couldn't use that sort of thing too often, though. Otherwise, it might have unpredictable effects and consequences for the person subjected to it.

"I have a