The car sped along the road.
After arriving in Whitewood County, Evan told Uncle Victor Li to park the car in a lot nearby.
After getting out of the car, Melissa Mu originally wanted to get out with him, but after hesitating for a moment, she found a slip of paper, wrote down a string of numbers, and respectfully handed it to Evan Lin. "Brother Lin, if you ever come to Jinnan, you can give me a call."
As Melissa said this, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her tone was a bit unnatural.
That sword's origins were unclear, and it was only kept in the Mu family as a deposit from the Southriver Sword Sect. If Evan "Nine Mysteries" Lin really came for it and the Sect found out, it would surely trigger a major storm.
no matter what, he still looked like a teenager, barely over sixteen.
Melissa was actually a few years older than Evan, and in all her life, she had always been the one receiving phone numbers or being asked for her contact info. This was the first time she had ever proactively given her number to a boy.
"Mm."
Evan took the slip, glanced at it, and casually stuffed it into his pocket.
That's not our problem to worry about. With Evan "Nine Mysteries" Lin's methods, all I need to do is tell him where the sword is—he can get it himself. If he can't, or if he angers the Southriver Sword Sect, it's not something we can control anyway.
Melissa Mu looked at Evan Lin, hesitating as if she wanted to say something more.
But after hearing Evan's words, her eyes dimmed slightly. She nodded, "Okay, we'll leave soon."
Evan's tone wasn't asking at all—it was purely a command.
"Stinky guy? Take responsibility? You're calling a dirty sock 'tragic'? Evan was completely floored by her antics."
What realm? Uncle Victor Li shook his head, his eyes a bit lost. "Fire Elder was already a true Mystic Arts Adept, yet in Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lin's hands he was like a lamb to the slaughter. Evan's strength is clearly far beyond the Mystic Arts Adept level."
But since this was Whitewood County, and to nip any possible danger in the bud, Evan had to make sure they left as soon as possible.
"Well then, goodbye, Brother Lin. Thank you."
Melissa gave Evan a serious wave from inside the car window. Up front, Uncle Victor Li took one last look at Evan and the others outside, then hit the accelerator. The car slowly started up and drove away.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was quiet.
Yeah, maybe only someone from the Sword Sect could handle him. Evan "Nine Mysteries" Lin—his name will probably become an eternal mark on Seacrest Prefecture!
That many BMWs rolling through the roads of Whitewood County was a real spectacle—especially when the whole convoy sped off, kicking up dust and causing quite a stir.
Once they left Whitewood County, Uncle Victor Li, who was driving, finally let out a heavy breath. Glancing at Melissa Mu in the back seat, he spoke respectfully, "Miss, sorry you had to go through that."
"It's nothing to feel bad about. He's just that strong," Melissa shook her head, gazing out the window at the scenery flying past.
"But what if he really goes to Jinnan and finds he can't get the Ancient Sword?" Uncle Victor Li sounded worried.
That sword's origins were unclear, and it was only kept in the Mu family as a deposit from the Southriver Sword Sect. If Evan Lin—Lin Jiuxuan—really came for it and the Sect found out, it would surely trigger a major storm.
Just thinking about Lin Jiuxuan's methods made Uncle Victor Li shudder—he was sure Evan hadn't even used his full strength against the Old Immortal Sage and Fire Elder.
If he really went all out...
The thought had barely crossed Uncle Victor Li's mind before he sighed deeply.
A prodigy like that had already left everyone else far behind. At his age, with that kind of talent, you could count people like him across all of China on one hand.
"That's not our problem to worry about. With Lin Jiuxuan's methods, all I need to do is tell him where the sword is—he can get it himself. If he can't, or if he angers the Southriver Sword Sect, it's not something we can control anyway."
"Right now, I just want to hurry home and give this pill to my father." Melissa Mu took out the pill from her pocket—the one refined from the Old Immortal Sage's flesh and blood. It gave off a faint, fragrant aroma.
"Sigh."
Uncle Victor Li let out a heavy sigh, feeling a stormy pressure looming.
"Uncle Victor, what realm has Lin Jiuxuan reached?" Melissa turned to look at his profile, quietly asking.
"What realm?" Uncle Victor Li shook his head, his eyes a bit lost. "Fire Elder was already a true Mystic Arts Adept, yet in Lin Jiuxuan's hands he was like a lamb to the slaughter. Evan's strength is clearly far beyond the Mystic Arts Adept level."
"Not just Mystic Arts Adept? Then what realm is it?" Melissa asked, a bit curious.
Uncle Victor Li flushed, then sighed deeply. "I, Victor Li, am not learned enough—I honestly don't know what realm comes after Mystic Arts Adept."
"Honestly, someone reaching that realm at his age is a once-in-a-century—no, a once-in-a-millennium monster."
Hearing this, Melissa Mu murmured to herself, "Monster, huh."
"Yeah, maybe only someone from the Sword Sect could handle him. Lin Jiuxuan—his name will probably become an eternal mark on Seacrest Prefecture!"
...
"Hey, are you really close with her? You guys just met, right?"
As soon as Melissa Mu's BMWs left, Yolanda Fang glared at Evan Lin, her tone unfriendly.
"Not close." Evan nodded.
"If you're not close, why'd she give you her number and invite you to Jinnan?" Lynn Chen frowned, clearly unhappy. "Jinnan's not exactly close to Whitewood County, you know. You really took her number—are you actually planning to go see her?"
The two of them kept firing questions, so Evan just played dumb and stopped answering.
"Whatever. Evan, I'm a guest here in Whitewood, right?" Yolanda Fang leaned in, questioning him.
"I guess so." Evan had no idea what she was scheming, but instinctively felt it couldn't be anything good.
"Exactly!" Yolanda glared, huffing. "I don't care about your thing with that girl, but I lost my shoes here, and didn't bring any extras. Since I'm a guest and lost my shoes at your place, you owe me a new pair. Otherwise, I can't even walk!"
As she spoke, Yolanda stuck out her little foot. Her white socks were now pitch black and filthy. "Look, look, just look at my foot! No shoes to protect it—how tragic is that!"
She wiggled her toes, face full of melancholy. "If I hadn't come to hang out at your place, I wouldn't be barefoot now."
"You stinky guy, aren't you going to take responsibility?"
Yolanda suddenly changed her expression, shouting angrily.
"Stinky guy? Take responsibility? You're calling a dirty sock 'tragic'? Evan was completely floored by her antics.
"Look at my foot—don't you feel sorry for it? Have you no sympathy?" Yolanda put her hands on her hips, frowning and huffing.