Chapter 5028 — The Proximity Plan
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
To learn the answer, peripheral investigation alone was plainly useless; if it had been useful, the Bureau's methods would have uncovered the truth long ago. In Wei Zhao's view there was only one way: ask these people to their faces—and the little cold girl next door, an early Foundation Establishment cultivator, was a ready-made target.
At this point, clarifying the origins and intentions of these Heaven-Realm experts was no longer Wei Zhao's business alone; it concerned every cultivator in the secular world. If only for the sake of Qiu Lingshan and the others, Wei Zhao had to find a way to settle this question—and settle it properly before returning to Cloud Terrace Island. Otherwise, even on the island, he would never cultivate in peace.
Silently he released his spiritual sense and kept watch on the little cold girl next door. He was not afraid of her noticing: though his present soul body was only at the peak of the Heaven Rank, the strength of his spiritual sense was far beyond that. Even shrunk twentyfold by the soul projection, it was still not something a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator could detect.
He did this not to spy, but to make it easier to manufacture another chance encounter. After all, the misunderstanding last time had come first; letting things simply take their natural course would never improve relations. He had to think of a way to take the initiative and curry some favor.
Wei Zhao was no master of romance; frankly, he had no idea how to win a woman's heart. But one need not have eaten pork to have seen a pig run—he would simply do whatever they did in idol dramas. It did not matter if he did it clumsily; he was not courting her, after all, only trying to get on good terms.
After much racking of his brains, Wei Zhao finally produced his first chance-encounter plan: buying breakfast.
He knew that the vast majority of cultivators still kept the habits of ordinary people—sleeping at night and rising early, say, or three meals a day. Those top-tier beings of absurdly high cultivation had long grown indifferent to such habits, but cultivators of lesser strength—especially the more sentimental female ones—tended to keep them for good.
The little cold girl was only an early Foundation Establishment cultivator, fitting the condition perfectly. And she was injured; people tended to be especially sentimental when hurt, and to prize these familiar daily routines all the more. Wei Zhao was certain she would eat breakfast.
These past few days, however, perhaps because she was recovering from her injury, the little cold girl probably found it inconvenient to go out. Wei Zhao had not observed her buying breakfast—but that merely gave him the chance to curry favor. Buying a girl breakfast was a plot device utterly devoid of technique, yet remarkably effective.
The sky was fully bright. Wei Zhao noticed the little cold girl next door seemed about to go out, and at once hurried to push open his door, just in time to come face to face with her.
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