Chapter 4662 — The Restless Haunting
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"My name is Xia Qianqian. You're quite famous in our South Continent seas—Wenhan always says the two of you are as close as brothers. Today I finally get to meet the real man." The woman nodded with an easy, gracious smile.
"Ha ha, Miss Xia flatters me." Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow at Qi Wenmo. Hearing him belittle himself so before, he had assumed this daughter of the Ship King must be some lofty, unapproachable figure. So the two of them were already this intimate—it seemed wedding wine would not be long in coming.
Only now did Wei Zhao think to size Qi Wenmo up afresh. He found the fellow's aura utterly transformed; he had indeed successfully condensed his Nascent Soul and become a genuine early Nascent Soul expert. No wonder the man had grown so much more confident.
"Ahem—speaking of which, Brother Ling, are you registering alone this time?" Qi Wenmo, embarrassed under Wei Zhao's gaze and fearful the man might say something he shouldn't—after all, his relationship with Xia Qianqian had not yet been made explicit—hastened to change the subject.
"That's right. I'm not like you two, coming as a pair. Judging by the look of you, you must be registering as well?" Wei Zhao said with an amused smile. Shangguan Lan'er and Han Jingyi had actually wanted to accompany him, but the West Island Trial was fraught with peril, and he dared not vouch for the two women's safety. To be safe, he had talked them out of it. This was no pleasure outing, after all—for Ning Xuefei's lifelong happiness, there could be no room for error.
"Uh…" Qi Wenmo and Xia Qianqian exchanged a glance, then hastily looked away the moment their eyes met. Xia Qianqian lowered her head, blushing, while Qi Wenmo hurriedly said, "We're entering for the rare treasures, not to compete with you, Brother Ling, for the Princess of West Island. Don't misunderstand."
"I know. That's why I said you two come as a pair." The moment the words left Wei Zhao's mouth, Qi Wenmo and Xia Qianqian blushed even deeper and fell silent with their heads bowed, yet every so often they would steal a glance at each other, only to look sharply away the instant their eyes met.
Wei Zhao could not help but be amused. He had said it deliberately for exactly this effect. When a man and a woman reached a certain point, someone had to break through that last thin veil sooner or later; he was merely giving the boat a push, so that Qi Wenmo would not keep dithering and second-guessing himself forever.
As he spoke, Wei Zhao had already written his name on the registration roll. He also ran a cursory eye over the roster, and there discovered the names of two old acquaintances: Xu Lingchong and Kang Jingming.
"Hah, so they really are haunting me still." Wei Zhao gave a cold smile. He had already sensed it back at the welcoming banquet—these two seemed deliberately set on smearing his name, and above all on ruining his relationship with Ning Xuefei. He had no idea what the pair were plotting. Did they truly mean to become Ning Xuefei's husband?
One was a man who was no man at all; the other a petty wretch who did more harm than good. And with just such wares as these, they meant to compete for Ning Xuefei? What a joke!
A short while later, everyone present had finished registering. Only then did Yan Xinlan, standing on the presiding platform, speak: "Very well. Next, I will explain the matters to note for this West Island Trial. I hope every one of you will take it to heart, for this concerns not only whether you can win, but your very lives. Let me remind you all in all seriousness: the West Island Trial is a very dangerous affair." (To be continued…)