Chapter 5042 — Each Other's Origins
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"All right." Leng Leng nodded. Now that she had a top-grade spirit jade, she was thoroughly content with today's outing.
The two of them arrived at a nearby seafood restaurant. Business was booming—they stood in line a full twenty minutes before getting a table. But once a whole table of seafood was served, they immediately felt the wait had been worth it. The restaurant's booming business was no exaggeration—the food really was delicious!
Leng Leng especially. She ate while marveling aloud. "These dishes are so good—so fresh and tender. I've never had anything like this before. Is this what they call seafood?"
"Yeah. Don't tell me you've never eaten seafood?" Wei Zhao was even more astonished than she was.
"No." Leng Leng did not even lift her head, eating with unrestrained delight. When they had not known each other well, she had been a cold-natured little ice maiden; now that they were familiar, she had loosened up.
Wei Zhao grew all the more puzzled. He watched her eat the seafood with some amusement while secretly wondering—just where did this little ice maiden come from?
According to his earlier deduction, she must come from a place where spiritual energy was denser than the mortal world's but thinner than that of Cloud Terrace Island. Yet both Cloud Terrace Island and the mortal world had seas. No matter how hidden her homeland was, as a cultivator she could not possibly have never tasted seafood—unless her homeland had no sea at all, and was a third, wholly independent plane cut off from both the mortal world and Cloud Terrace Island!
This conclusion truly astonished Wei Zhao. A third plane actually existed in this world—and one that could produce no small number of masters at the Heaven's Way stage. How utterly unexpected.
Wei Zhao turned all this over in his mind. Leng Leng, though eating happily, sensed his peculiar gaze and assumed he was watching her table manners. Her pretty face flushed, and she reined herself in at once, hurriedly restoring her usual cold demeanor. The atmosphere between them instantly turned a little odd.
Only then did Wei Zhao snap out of it. After a moment's thought, he suggested, "Eating like this is a bit dull. Why don't you tell me about yourself? You've never said a word about it."
"Ah…" Leng Leng was startled and stammered, "Well… there's nothing worth telling about me. Why don't you talk about yourself first?"
Wei Zhao had expected this, so he did not press her. He smiled and said, "All right, then I'll tell you about my younger days."
"Good." Leng Leng breathed a sigh of relief. She was not good at making up lies, and it was lucky for her that Wei Zhao had not dug deeper—otherwise she would surely have given herself away.
Wei Zhao cleared his throat with a smile and spoke fluently. "Back in the day, I was a martial artist who stole the spotlight wherever I went. I traveled a thousand miles to study under a master on a fairy island overseas. At the time, I thought I was already a formidable top-tier master—the very pinnacle of this mortal world. But after I got to that fairy island, guess what?"
"What?" Though Leng Leng thought he was spinning tall tales, she was nonetheless drawn in.
"After I got to that fairy island, I realized I was nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well. I'd called myself invincible under heaven, but any random passerby there could have flattened me with a single slap. I was nothing but the lowest-ranking new disciple. In the end, some of us who had come together were assigned to one of the fairy islands…" Wei Zhao rattled on. (To be continued.)