Chapter 3010 A Storm Is Coming


    "But whether it will be sessful or not, that''s a matter of fate," Mo Lian softly held her small hand and added, "What I mean is, even if we can''t ultimately save Senior Sister Xu, you mustn''t let yourself be too disheartened…"


    He truly feared the prospect. When he contemted the two years she had vanished, an inexplicable sense of dread overwhelmed him.


    He dreaded the possibility of the little stoic sinking back into her despondent and world-weary state due to disappointment.


    He feared losing the vibrant light in her eyes.


    For this reason, he harbored a certain resentment toward Jing Minyao now.


    If she hadn''t returned from the dead, Qiaoqiao wouldn''t have entertained the notion of the Jing Family''s sacred artifact.


    The young woman sped hisrge palm and nodded vigorously. "Don''t worry, I''ll manage my emotions. I won''t allow myself to wallow in despair."


    Mo Lian nodded, gripping her small hand, and murmured, "It''s said that the Soul-Gathering Bell only possesses three usages."


    "As far as I''m aware, when it came into the Jing Family''s possession, there were just two opportunities left. One of them was squandered on Jing Minyao, which means… only onest chance remains."


    Qiao Mu instinctively clenched her small fists. "I wonder who possesses it now."


    Princess Jing?


    Despite her calcting nature, Qiao Mu somewhat admired hermanding presence.


    Compared to the ineffectual Jing Minyao, Princess Jing stood as the Jing Family''s pride and hope.


    "We''ll find out when the timees." Mo Lian narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "In any case, there are plenty of opportunities on our journey."


    Qiao Mu contemted this and agreed, tugging her Hubby back to the deck.


    Upon stepping onto the deck, they discovered Jing Minyao leaning against the railing, gazing at her in silence.


    Qiao Mu didn''t engage her and instead proceeded directly to Holy Son Miyan''s side. "Hey, take a look at the sky. It''s going to rain heavily tonight. Inform the boatmen to hurry. We don''t want to get drenched in the middle of the river. The storm is approaching, and it could…"


    "Hey, hey, hey! Hush!" Holy Son Miyan desperately wished to stifle the little stoic''s jinxing words. "What are you talking about? The sky appears perfectly clear. Why predict a storm? Do you think you''re the Heavenly Sect''s prophet? Do you believe the wind will blow just because you say so? Do you think it''ll rain because you im it will rain…?"


    Zap!


    No sooner had she finished speaking, a bolt of lightning took the opportunity to descend and struck the ship''s mast, startling the shipwrights into jumping.


    Everyone''s mouths twitched as they regarded Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao with incredulous expressions.


    Holy Son Miyan widened her teary eyes and peered up at the darkening sky, her unease intensifying.


    "We need to hurry! The storm is approaching!" Qiao Mu shouted at Holy Son Miyan again and asserted, "At your current speed, we''ll miss the secret realm entirely!"


    This time, no one regarded it as a jest. Holy Son Miyan rushed to the ship''s control room and urged the captain, "Old He, Old He! Steady the ship!"


    In under half an hour, the storm arrived.


    They exchanged knowing nces and privately thought, This jinxed stoic! She''s genuinely irvoyant!


    Crack! The sky rent asunder with an S-shaped bolt of lightning, instantly transforming the dark night into a luminous day.