Fifteen Minutes

"They've already started fighting..." On a mountain not far from Blue Luan Mountain, Bai Lu and Ouyang Mu stood quietly. Ouyang Mu was the one who spoke, her voice faint and devoid of any extra emotion. Bai Lu's brows drew together slightly as he said impatiently, "I can see that."

Hearing the impatience in Bai Lu's voice, Ouyang Mu still felt uncomfortable despite having already made up her mind. "Then have you decided? Are you going to follow Zhu Tong's suggestion and strike at Yin Kuang? Or are you just going to keep watching?"

"..." Bai Lu clenched his fists until they made a sound like tightened leather. "Then what do you think I should do?"

Ouyang Mu said, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Just as Ouyang Mu finished speaking, a violent explosion erupted from Blue Luan Peak in the distance. Purple and grayish-white light burst forth and scattered in all directions. Thunderous booms rolled on without end. Even from where they stood, Ouyang Mu and Bai Lu could feel the ground trembling faintly.

"You know why Zhu Tong wanted you to kill Yin Kuang, don't you? Because Yin Kuang wants to deal with Zhuo Yihang..."

"Get to the point!" Bai Lu said, growing even more impatient.

Bai Lu was no fool. How could he not know?

Ouyang Mu smiled bitterly. Though she knew Bai Lu would most likely disagree, she still wanted to say it. Perhaps women were just like that—until they truly fell into despair, they would never know what it meant to give up completely. Ouyang Mu said, "The two of us help Yin Kuang kill Zhuo Yihang and the White-Haired Witch within thirty minutes. Then we ask Yin Kuang to help us kill Zhu Tong. By then, Class 1238 will be yours!"

Bai Lu