The moon hung lonely in the night, its clear light spilling across the world. Endless blue waves heaved and surged beneath its silver glow, their crests rising and falling, shattering into a skyful of glittering silver before gathering once more into rippling patches of light.
An Lan sat cross-legged on the soft bed in the hotel room, eyes nearly closed. His presence was withdrawn, blending perfectly into the night.
"Master, the four people in the room have fallen into a deep sleep. They won't notice you leaving."
The Golden-Backed Python Ox's deep, resonant voice rang out in An Lan's Sea of Consciousness, like an ancient bell tolling through his soul.
An Lan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as cold as ice, as though crimson flames were burning within them.
"Tang San..."
His thin lips parted as he murmured Tang Buddha Ancestor's name. His voice held not a trace of emotion, yet radiated bone-deep chill.
With the Golden-Backed Python Ox's abilities, putting Bai Haoze, Bai Zhicen, Na'er, and Yuanen Yehui in the suite into a sound sleep was a trivial matter.
"Come on. Let's send Little Scumbag on his way."
An Lan's voice was icy, every word brimming with boundless killing intent. The instant he finished speaking, his form became a faint shadow and slipped silently out of the hotel.
When the people saw their king, they did not bow. His mandate was already lost.
Though the Golden-Backed Python Ox had stopped at the Quasi-God realm, as an immortal ancient beast, he had plenty of ways to deal with this wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness.
Meanwhile, in the Class Zero dormitory at Eastsea Academy,
Tang Wulin sat on his bed, quietly meditating, when his brow suddenly furrowed.
Then the Golden Trident rune on his forehead abruptly lit up, its