Qian Yun helplessly removed Hu Liena's hand. "All right, even if she really was willing to come with us, what then? We could protect her for a while, but as long as the Zhu Family remained, and as long as that twisted imperial rule remained, she'd never know a moment's peace. Unless she was willing to be a caged bird for the rest of her life, never setting foot outside Pope Hall. But you know that's impossible."
Hu Liena understood all that, but she still insisted, "Even so, we have to try to win her over. You have to think of something."
Qian Yun rubbed his forehead. "What could I possibly do?"
"I don't care. You're the cleverest, so you'll definitely come up with something, right?"
Night always fell quietly.
In the dormitory at Shrek Academy, Tang San used the pale moonlight to unwrap the bandage in his hand.
What met his eyes was no longer the flawless fair skin he was used to, but a patch of charred black. The wound had been treated and was no longer serious, but Tang San still felt a sharp pain pulsing through it.
He'd lost. He really had lost. Tang San clenched his fist, replaying the entire fight against Qian Yun in his mind. He felt he'd handled things well and put all his tactics into practice, so why had he been the one to lose?
The difference in Soul Power had certainly played a part. On the surface, he and Qian Yun had been only four levels apart, but in reality, there had been a whole Spirit Ring between them! Wasn't it only natural for someone with two rings to lose to someone with three?
But Tang San knew that wasn't the main reason. Qian Yun did have a Thousand-Year