"'Ta'? Which 'ta'?" The moment Lin Yi heard that sound, panic stirred in his heart. "'Root'?"
"'Root'?" Tian Bufan smiled helplessly and said self-mockingly, "You overestimate yourself. The First Apostles spent so many years exploring the Black Sea without even touching the tiniest fragment of 'Root.' How could a handful of people like us, who only just entered school, possibly attract 'Its' attention?"
"Then who do you mean?"
"'Angel.'"
Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. "The 'Angel' that attacked the Art Building and was held back in the tsunami by the Night Watchmen?"
"That's 'It.'" Tian Bufan nodded solemnly. "But I need to correct you on one point. 'It' wasn't held back in the tsunami by the Night Watchmen. Rather, 'Its' original body wasn't there. What you saw was merely 'Its' aura seeping through, taking physical form within the 'cognition' woven by the Night Watchmen, and even the Apostles of the past."
"To us, both 'Root' and 'Angel' are things far beyond our reach. So, to put it miserably, whichever of them it is, they're beings that would make us explode with a single glance."
"To a moth, as long as the flames burn it to death, whether they came from an ignited gas cylinder or a fighter jet's exhaust no longer matters."
"Root" was like a fighter jet, while "Angel" was like a gas cylinder. But whatever it was, once it exceeded a certain threshold, there was no difference to them.
"But I don't understand." Lin Yi was somewhat unwilling to accept it, and somewhat confused. "Why would 'It' notice us... Wait, was the problem with my memories meant to avoid 'Angel'?"
Tian Bufan gave him a meaningful look and asked, "What else?"
"Seriously?" Lin Yi didn't believe him. "Isn't our mission to obtain the Principal's Notebook? Why do