Chapter 137 – Tensions (IV)

Chapter 137

Tensions (IV)

Everyone gathered relatively quickly, though, oh boy, did they grumble. All faces were quite familiar, and there were even a few unfamiliar ones. Altogether, I counted the number of unique sects present to be eleven, I think?

Only four, I gather, would be considered ‘Holy Lands’, while the rest probably fell into that category of first or second-rate sects.

Just as I was wondering about how they’d ‘teleport’ us, they just… did.

It happened in the blink of an eye–space around me warped and dragged me in, like a pair of arms, and before I knew what happened, I was on my ass, staring at the gilded ceiling and the sneering faces of everyone else.

Why?

Because, well, I was the only one on my ass. Though a bit embarrassed, I just stood up and smiled sheepishly, dusting my poor little butt off.

Whatever. Just keep telling myself that.

Whatever.

Taking account of everything, I was a bit… stunned. The room wasn’t as decorated as I expected–rather, it was only the ceiling that was vastly adorned with a massive painting of a winged creature breathing fire. It wasn’t a dragon, no–it was actually a phoenix.

“Honored guests,” a voice drew my attention to the northern part of the room, which was the only one that had chairs. Three of them, to be precise–two of which were filled.

At least, this time around, their faces weren’t cloaked in golden light. Though, despite my unwillingness to admit it, I… get it.

Because, by God, that was the most beautiful pair of people I’ve ever seen in my life–and it’s not even remotely close. Both the man and the woman had features that even plastic surgery couldn’t achieve, and beyond just the scope of their physical appearance, there was the aura about them that made them about a hundred times more beautiful.

“Welcome,” the man was the one who spoke, smiling faintly. The woman, on the other hand, remained silent and still, her face unmoving, as though frozen in time. Everyone on our end grumbled back a greeting and bowed, and I followed their example.

Honestly, I’m just now wrapping my head around the fact that I’m here. I, a literal nobody, am here, among the Elders of some of the greatest Sects of the continent. There’s little ol’ me.

… seriously, what the hell am I doing here?

“Little guest, please join us.” Ah, dammit, I’m close to being embarrassed just because those two looked at me. It’s sort of like the most popular girl in school suddenly talking to you, except even worse than that.

I shuffled my feet as quickly as I could, ignoring the scorching gazes of everyone, and walked up to the empty chair. The beautiful man nodded, and I sat.

This is… surreal. No, no, it’s unreal. I’m dreaming this shit up. I probably got pissed about how they treated me, got drunk, and now I’m imagining a scenario in which I’m looking down on them. Has to make more sense than the actual reality of things.

“Now that we are all here,” the man continued, and everyone immediately ignored me, focusing on him. “I suppose I should offer you an explanation.”

“You didn’t come here for the ruin?” one of the Elders asked.

“Ruin? Ah, that little thing. No, don’t worry; if you ever manage to open it, it is yours.” Though his words were vague and inconclusive, I’m pretty sure everyone immediately realized they’d been underestimating just how many people they’d have to kill to open it. I could practically smell the anger and disappointment oozing off of them. “Don’t be discouraged; I do actually come bearing good news.”

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“That’s… somehow even more terrifying,” Old Zemin said.

“Ha ha,” the man laughed, and by God, was it beautiful laughter. No, seriously, is there anything these two wouldn’t look beautiful doing? Maybe taking a shit?