Lord Faustin didn’t refuse, and performed a divination for her.
"Well?" Lily Bai asked. "Is there any way to resolve it?"
"Hmm..." Lord Faustin nodded. "Black Water, Dragon Rising, Red Candle."
"What does that mean?"
"Black Water, Dragon Rising refers to Drake Abyss," Lord Faustin explained. "Red Candle means marriage. If someone from the White Clan marries into Drake Abyss, this disaster can be resolved."
Lily Bai: "...Marriage?"
Lord Faustin nodded.
"Whoa! Senior Sister, are you really going to marry into Drake Abyss? That’s awesome! When you make it big, don’t forget your little junior brother!" Nine Li exclaimed dramatically.
"Why me?" Lily Bai protested. "There are plenty of people in the White Clan!"
"Everyone else in the White Clan is way too mediocre for the Divine Race to care about," Nine Li shook his head. "If there’s going to be a marriage alliance, it has to be you."
Lily Bai didn’t say anything.
......
That evening, Lily Bai and Nine Li supported their frail master Lord Faustin to attend the war council on the campaign against the Demon Emperor.
Leo Li sat at the head of the table.
He was the overall commander for this operation.
As a prince, Henry Xiao naturally didn’t need to don armor or lead troops himself—he simply observed from the side.
When Lord Faustin and his disciples entered, the assembled immortals all greeted them warmly.
Leo Li asked with concern, "Lord Faustin, how is your health these days?"
Lord Faustin looked pale and sickly, but forced a smile and said, "Earlier, I thought both my son and Lily were in danger, which was a shock. Now that they’re safely back, I’m much better! Sorry for worrying everyone!"
"That’s good to hear." Leo Li gestured to the seat on his left and said, "Please, have a seat."
The three master and disciples sat together at the long table.
"We’re gathered here today to discuss how to break the Wildlands Tribulation Thunder Array," Leo Li announced. "We’re meeting at the Sigil Sect specifically because we need their expertise! Lord Faustin, we’re counting on you—"
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Lord Faustin was suddenly seized by a violent fit of coughing.
He covered his mouth with a handkerchief, looking miserable.
When the coughing finally stopped, there was blood on the handkerchief!
"Dad!"
"Master!" Lily Bai and Nine Li both cried out. "What’s wrong? Why is there blood on your handkerchief?"
"Cough, cough! I’m fine! It’s nothing!" He waved his hand as he spoke. "Just choked a little, that’s all."
"How could choking make you cough up blood?" Lily Bai frowned. "Master Victor Chung, could you please take a look at my master?"
Master Victor Chung nodded and came over to check Lord Faustin’s pulse.
After checking his pulse, Master Victor Chung spoke in a grave tone, frowning: "Lord Faustin’s injuries... are really serious. Absolutely no use of spiritual power! If he rests for seventy or eighty years, maybe he’ll recover."
"Seventy or eighty years?" Everyone looked worried.
How can we break the array like this?
"Exactly!" Master Victor Chung said. "That’s ancient tribulation lightning! Even a glancing blow damaged his very foundation! If you ignore my advice and force yourself to use magic, your golden core will shatter!"
"It’s really that bad?" Lily Bai looked anxious.
Master Victor Chung nodded and returned to his seat.
"Honored Sirs," Nine Li suddenly stood up and bowed. "With my father in this condition, I’m afraid he can’t go back into the Wildlands Tribulation Thunder Array!"
He’d expected Leo Li to make things difficult.
To his surprise, Leo Li simply nodded and said, "Of course! Lord Faustin is in no condition to go back in. Focus on healing, and take good care of yourself!"
Nine Li sat down and exchanged a look with Lily Bai.
Was he always this easygoing?