"Let's go. We should hurry and bring the good news to Great-Uncle!" Zhong Qingbo said with a smile. "At such a critical time for the Zhong Family, another disciple has actually reached Foundation Establishment. Great-Uncle and the others will surely be delighted!"
Zhong Haoran silently watched Zhong Peihan leave. It was impossible to say that he had no thoughts at all. Yet there was a sense of peace in his heart, because he believed that Zhong Peihan had merely been helplessly swept along by circumstances. Once she stabilized her realm, she would surely come looking for him.
Thus, Zhong Haoran turned and left, heading straight back to his own small house.
Zhong Haoran was a direct descendant of the Zhong Family. Unlike the low-ranking disciples tending the medicinal gardens, he had his own separate place to cultivate. This place could be considered safe as well. More than a hundred people had died in the two previous attacks, yet this area had not been affected. Therefore, no one paid much attention to Zhong Haoran being away for dozens of days.
However, the places where people had died twice now covered most of Zhongling Mountain Villa. Even the places where the qi-refining disciples cultivated were no longer peaceful. All manner of terror and unease drifted through the air. Every qi-refining disciple was in danger, terrified that a single misstep might cost them their lives.
Under normal circumstances, if someone like Zhong Haoran had suddenly lost his voice due to so-called Qi Deviation, his fellow disciples would certainly have comforted him. Some more enthusiastic senior sisters might even have searched for ways to resolve it. But now, what greeted Zhong Haoran was first indifference, then astonishment, and finally... ridicule he had never expected!
"Hehe, Haoran, I truly never expected this. First there was