"Ladies and gentlemen, the Chi Xiao Sword Master, Li Guanyi."
"Glad to meet you all."
Meanwhile, Whale Hunter spread his lips into a grin, laughing to himself and saying, "Hahaha, finally dead. The four legends were never meant to be five, this old chap was truly hard to kill, hahaha!"
"Hmm, Li Guanyi wielding the Chi Xiao Sword, hey, if it had been during the heyday of the Red Emperor lineage, this lad would have found a way even in death. But now the times have changed, the Red Emperor has declined, chaos reigns from all sides, just like the tumultuous times eight hundred years ago."
"Eight hundred years ago, the world was in chaos, and the Red Emperor drew his sword to set the universe right."
"Eight hundred years later, the world is in chaos again, and someone else draws their sword."
"For the common people, in their hearts, its influence, its power, might grow so immense as to be inconceivable."
Whale Hunter lifted a jug of wine and drank deeply with great satisfaction.
"However, the situation now is also not quite right."
"Today’s world, to him, has its advantages, great advantages, yet it also has its disadvantages, great disadvantages. That Central State lineage could have been his support, at the very least deceived for a while. But now, well."
"The Central State Imperial Family and Li Guanyi are likely to become mortal enemies."
"This matter is fundamentally a confrontation of positions."
"Originally, this so-called ’Emperor’s hunt’ was an alliance between Li Guanyi and the Central State Imperial Family. But now, his list of opponents has grown... and the Academy, in its heyday, could follow the Chi Xiao Sword Master out of loyalty to the Red Emperor."
"But now that the world has greatly changed, how long can pure faith endure?"
"If eight hundred years later there are still students willing to remain loyal to the Chi Xiao Sword Master for a nebulous promise, I believe it, because such is the human heart."
"But to say that, eight hundred years on, the whole Academy could be loyal to the Chi Xiao Sword Master is just like a dream—an aspect of human nature."
"There are too many smart people."
"Inside the Academy, it’s not a monolith. With so many smart people, how many would choose to follow the Chi Xiao Sword Master, and how many would treat the Chi Xiao Sword Master as a valuable pawn."
"Hahaha, but there are still ways, how about it, Shaking Light, if you’re willing to beg me, Mr. Ye here wouldn’t be averse to giving the lad a hand. Ah ha, speaking of which, I do have a survivor here."
"Tricking the Yin Yang Family shouldn’t be a problem."
Whale Hunter spoke with triumphant pride, yet he received no response from the young girl.
So he began to feel a bit puzzled.
The ’Ye’ he adopted as his name was already on good terms with Shaking Light, only slightly less so than the teachers of the Stargazing Lineage. Whatever his question, no matter how trivial, Shaking Light would respond.
It was just that because of her young experiences, she lacked emotional fluctuation.
Thus, Whale Hunter emphasized again:
"What do you say, ask me for help."
"And I, I’ll lend a hand to my second younger brother!"
He stressed the words "second brother" deliberately.
But still no answer came, and Whale Hunter awkwardly drank his wine.
Just at that moment, he suddenly realized that his conical hat and the Formation he used to disguise his appearance had been destroyed during the recent skirmish by Zhang Ziyong.
This Formation was quite exquisite, something other Formation Masters might labor ten years to perfect. But for Whale Hunter, such Formations were almost instinctive.
So much so, that he had not realized it had been broken for a while.
The legend of Martial Arts stiffened and suddenly took a step back as if startled.
The silver-haired girl closely followed him with a step.
The expressionless girl reached out her hand, her fair palm gently clasping in the air, holding a strand of silver-white hair in her grip—the same hair belonging to Whale Hunter and indistinguishable from Shaking Light’s in the wind.
Then the young girl opened her mouth, staring intently at the silver-haired man before her:
"How should I address you?"