Chapter 3989 — The Beautiful Box
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Nantian Guan had once told Wei Zhao to his face that he, too, knew the soul-searching art. Even if his cultivation was not as profound as Gongyang Jun's, the crudest, most rudimentary soul-searching technique still demanded wary caution.
Until he possessed sufficient strength, Wei Zhao reckoned it wisest to keep his dealings with such people to a minimum.
Watching Wei Zhao leave with Shangguan Lan'er, Nantian Ba's eyes fairly spat fire. Truth be told, none of them truly suspected Wei Zhao; it was simply that Nantian Ba could not stomach him and had seized on the matter as a pretext for venting.
After all, they had already tested and investigated Wei Zhao several times before, always to no avail. So even if flaws remained in Wei Zhao's story, their thinking had inevitably fallen into the blind spot of searching only the shadows under the lamp—especially since Wei Zhao had smoothly deflected the greatest suspicion onto Kang Jingming. Until Kang Jingming was thoroughly investigated, it was unlikely they would turn back to suspect Wei Zhao.
This time, one could only say Wei Zhao's luck was truly wretched: seated beside so illustrious a figure as Gongyang Jun, he had inexplicably drawn Nantian Ba's displeasure and thus stumbled into an unexpected crisis.
Following Shangguan Lan'er up to the third floor, he found the rest chamber that Huayang Residence had prepared exclusively for the young miss. Apart from the strict guards outside, no idle strangers would be found within—which, to Wei Zhao's mind, would spare him a great deal of unnecessary trouble.
Only after urging Wei Zhao to sit did Shangguan Lan'er adopt a grave expression and warn him, "Little Junior Brother, that big dark-faced ugly brute—though he cannot be mentioned in the same breath as a madman like the Cold-faced Ghost—is still very formidable. Whatever you do, do not underestimate him. My grandfather once privately appraised the rising powerhouses of the Santie Pavilion, and this fellow is ranked among the top ten, a most troublesome character. So in future, Little Junior Brother, you had best steer well clear of him."
"Ranked among the top ten rising powerhouses of the Santie Pavilion? Thank you for the warning, Little Senior Sister. I will remember it." Wei Zhao's heart tightened at these words.
At the mention of the Santie Pavilion's rising powerhouses, the first to come to mind must surely be Gongyang Jun, the madman-tier existence who presided over the Law Enforcement Hall. Before him, all others paled into insignificance, entirely on a different plane.
Yet this did not mean the other rising powerhouses were weak. Gongyang Jun was merely a rare exception; the goal he chased was a legend like Zhang Lifeng. The rest of those rising powerhouses remained the future pillars of the Santie Pavilion, their status and strength alike beyond the power of ordinary folk to shake.
The appraisal of Shangguan Tianxia, master of the Chongtian Pavilion, even if only a private one never made public, carried credibility and accuracy in no way inferior to the official authority of the Santie Pavilion. That Nantian Ba could rank among the top ten showed plainly what a formidable character he was.
At least for the present, Wei Zhao before him was no more than a lowly ant not worth trampling. To possess the strength to face such a threat, four words sufficed: there is ample time.
"Hehe, but you need not be too afraid, Little Junior Brother. You are still a newcomer. Unless that big dark-faced ugly brute catches you alone outside, he will not dare come to your door to make trouble," Shangguan Lan'er consoled him with a smile.