"I’m prepared to move forward resolutely."
"That’s really great."
The old monk thought silently in his heart.
No one knew better than he did how fortunate a person with a goal was.
Even the heavens would lend their aid.
After watching Jason leave, the old monk turned and went back to the Sutra Depository.
He carefully placed the heritage of the Tongshou Temple back on the shelves, and then once again took out the scripture he was previously reading.
Once more, the old monk read and noted his insights.
An inexplicable aura began to emanate from him.
As time passed, it even started to solidify around the old monk, bit by bit.
However, as the old monk finished flipping through the scripture, everything dissipated.
The old monk appeared to be unaware.
He stood up, returned the scripture to the shelf, and took out another one, immersing himself in reading once again.
In fact, this was not his first time reading it.
But every so often, he would read it again.
And he would discover new insights.
This made him doubt once more just how poor his talent was.
Others could comprehend in one reading what he could not, even after so many attempts.
Indeed, he was not cut out to be a monk.
Again, the old monk exclaimed such a sentiment.
At night, Hanakaiin Haru’s driver picked up Jason and Miss Sagaraso.
Sitting in the back seat, Hanakaiin Haru greeted her two teammates.
At this moment, Hanakaiin Haru was not dressed in casual clothes like she usually was but wore the hunting costume of an Onmyoji, adorned with extra accessories that particularly caught Jason’s eye.
With great willpower, Jason managed to avert his gaze.
Miss Sagaraso greeted them in a casual manner.
She was dressed in sportswear, her hands wrapped in boxing tape, showing no signs of nervousness.
Plain clothes, a backpack with his machete and mask, and a fragrant gourd hanging at his waist.
Hanakaiin Haru scanned the condition of her two teammates with her eyes.
Upon seeing that there were no issues with the two, she nodded.
At Hanakaiin Haru’s command, the car started.
At the same time, Hanakaiin Haru began sharing more specific information.
"This wildcard competition will be held on a ship, with around 200 participants! Those bastards really think highly of me; many are people from the Inside World, and there are quite a few well-known ones at that. We must be cau..."
Before Hanakaiin Haru could finish speaking, the car’s phone rang.
The young Onmyoji answered the call, and the next moment, her face turned ugly.
She almost threw the receiver onto the base, anger written all over her face.
Hanakaiin Haru roared.
After a full four seconds, Hanakaiin Haru calmed down. She looked at Jason with his usual calm expression and the puzzled Miss Sagaraso, saying—
"The venue hasn’t changed; it’s still on that ship."
"However, the time has been delayed until just before dawn."
"Because they’ve changed the rules again—we not only have to defeat those bastards, but we also have a time limit: 1 hour!"
"When the sun fully rises above the sea level, if we haven’t won by then... that ship will explode."
"They delayed the time just to install enough bombs!"
With that, Hanakaiin Haru cursed once more.
Jason’s expression was somewhat inscrutable.