After confirming that the message was successfully sent out, the Dean of the Genetic Institute finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Before this letter arrived, he had never heard of the names Qin Lingyu and Qin Lingyan.
The documents only show that they are members of the Hacker Alliance.
The Hacker Alliance only rose to power over the past hundred years and can’t be compared to the century-old institute.
Even if they killed the son of the Leader of the Hacker Alliance, the alliance wouldn’t dare to go up against their Genetic Institute.
The Dean of the Genetic Institute clicked his tongue and began to list plans against the Engineering Institute and Dean Norman.
This scene was captured in full by two young men through the monitor.
"Look at these ordinary people, they’re scared of such trivial matters and thus willingly let themselves be driven by us." The young man smiled. "Mortals can never contend against the Sages."
"You’re right, these people are all pawns for us to use." The other young man nodded. "We don’t even need to make a move to eliminate these two failures this time."
Of course, they also sensed that the returning Chariot of the Sages was looking for their tracks.
Therefore, during this period, they must be extra cautious.
"The master mentioned that early next year, there might be an apocalypse-level disaster." The young man frowned. "And as the twenty-two Sages are the guardians of the City of the World and Earth, they would have a forewarning."
The other young man was taken aback: "Which means, the reincarnated Sages will also gradually return?"
The young man shook his head: "Not sure, the master only said this sensing will guide them towards the City of the World to resist this apocalypse-level disaster."
"Hiss—" The other young man gasped, "In this way, aren’t the twenty-two Sages going to gather?"
"They won’t be able to gather." The young man laughed again, "So far, five Sages have completely fallen, at most only seventeen remain."
He took five tarot cards from a box and laid them out in sequence.
The Fool, Strength, Wheel of Destiny, Justice, Temperance.
Five completely fallen Sages.
The other young man suddenly realized: "I remember now, Strength and Justice were killed by the master a long time ago, they can’t reincarnate."
"Exactly." The young man sneered, "Funny how the Hermit is still looking for those two."
Though the Hermit is easy to kill, he’s indeed hard to find.
Besides the Wheel of Destiny, probably no one on this planet can find where the Hermit is.
**
Nighttime.
Fu Yunshen came to the institute to pick up Ying Zijin.
Fortunately, Ying Zijin has a separate building in the dormitory area; otherwise, their appearance together would instantly crash the entire W network.
"Little... friend." Fu Yunshen lowered his head slightly, aligning his gaze with hers, his peach blossom eyes curving, "How did the experiment go?"
Ying Zijin yawned: "It startled my mentor."
"Dean Norman?" Fu Yunshen stepped aside and took her hand, "I heard he’s practicing Ancient Martial Arts?"
"Yes, he flies around like you."
"..."
Fu Yunshen raised his brows: "Well, then he still needs to practice for another two or three hundred years."
The two left the institute and walked along a shaded path.
"Young Master Fu!"
A voice called out, with a tinge of urgency.
"Young Master Fu, please wait a moment!"
Fu Yunshen didn’t even pause.
Contrarily, Ying Zijin turned her head, raised a brow: "Your admirer."
"Trouble." Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, "I’ll find someone to drag her away."
Ying Zijin raised her hand: "Let me."
Fu Yunshen’s hand paused: "Yaoyao?"
As Ning Ruo caught up, she witnessed the scene.
The girl protected the man behind her, the posture completely reversed, yet inexplicably warm and harmonious.
She bit her lip.
"I’m quite curious." Ying Zijin said, "Why do you like to think about other people’s boyfriends? Or do you think you can sway them?"
The harm and insult of this sentence were immense. Ning Ruo’s face turned pale instantly: "You!"
She came to find Fu Yunshen, first to ask if he knew where Ling Yu was.
Secondly, she did harbor such an idea.
But she couldn’t compare to the girl in front of her in any way.
"Well, not a boyfriend anymore." Fu Yunshen’s hand rested on her head, his tone dragged, and he chuckled softly, "Two days ago, upgraded to fiancé."
Ying Zijin glanced at him: "I haven’t received the engagement ring, won’t admit."
"There is a ring." Fu Yunshen pinched her face gently, "It’s being designed."
After he finished speaking, he dialed a number, glanced around indifferently: "Prohibit this person from entering the Central District, institute, or the Leaangle family’s area."
With one sentence, he decided Ning Ruo’s fate.
She’d never be able to associate with the powerful for the rest of her life.
Ning Ruo was cold all over, unable to speak.
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