Dependency Regained

Someone once said that the kind of people you spent time with determined the kind of things you would encounter.

A night breeze drifted through Beijing's splendor, slipped into Jing University's nighttime campus, wound past Water Mirror Lake, and gently set the wind chimes on the balcony railing ringing.

And beside them was Fang Fuzzy Ran, tied up with Mechanical Rope.

He felt like he had heard far too many astonishing things of entirely different levels from Ling tonight. It was not as if he resisted them now, but as he gained a more tangible sense of just how high the real Ling stood in the world of Night Battles...

"An immortal?!"

He was stunned, while also wondering whether Ling did not know what that word meant in her language.

Seeing the girl sitting proudly and calmly in that huge swivel chair, Fang Ran could hardly believe she had suddenly uttered a word that should have been difficult to hear in reality. He muttered in shock.

An immortal!?

In this day and age??

Seeming to understand how shocking that word was to someone from Huaxia, Ling glanced at him and lowered her eyes slightly as she spoke:

"Huaxia is the only ancient civilization still surviving in the modern world. Though the mythical era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors cannot be verified, no one knows how much has accumulated over thousands of years of unbroken history—ancient relics capable of passing down power, for instance."

"And as though symbolizing that mystery, no one knows when Midnight's predecessor, the Night Society, first appeared. It already existed before the Night Battle world established its current order."

The Night Society.

Hearing that name again so suddenly, Fang Ran instinctively recalled what he had seen in that man's memories.

That bluestone path leading into