*Warning: as usual, you might not want to be eating when you read this chapter
"Ahhhhhhhh...!!!"
Wang LingJiao sat up from her bed with a scream. Wen Chao, who was reading a letter by the desk, slammed its surface, enraged, "What are you howling at again in the middle of the night?!"
Wang LingJiao panted as if she still hadn't overcome the shock, "I... I dreamed of Wei again, I dreamed of him again!"
Wen Chao, "It's been three months since I threw him into Burial Mound. Why are you still having dreams of him? Just how many times has it been?!"
Wang LingJiao, "I... I don't know why either. These days I've been dreaming of him a lot."
Wen Chao had already been annoyed while he was reading the letter. He didn't have the time to pay attention to her. He didn't care much for holding her and comforting her like he had used to do either. He spoke impatiently, "Then don't sleep!"
She got out of bed and threw herself over to Wen Chao's desk, "Young Master Wen, I... The more I think about it, the more scared I am. I feel like... back then, did we make a big mistake? ... He was thrown into Burial Mound, but is it possible that he didn't die? Is it possible that he..."
The vein by Wen Chao's temple pulsated, "How could it be possible? Before this, how many cultivators have our sect sent to clean Burial Mound up? Did any one of them come back alive? Now that he's been thrown inside, his corpse has probably rotted away already."
Wang LingJiao, "It's scary even if he's dead! If he really did what he said and became a ferocious ghost and comes back to haunt us..."
As she spoke, both of them remembered that day, what Wei Ying's face was like as he fell, what his expression was like. Both of them shivered involuntarily.
Wen Chao immediately refuted her, "It's impossible even if he's dead! The people who died in Burial Mound, all of their souls would be shackled there. Don't scare yourself. Can't you see that I'm annoyed?!"
He crumpled up the letter in his hand into a ball and tossed it out, his voice filled with hatred, "What Sunshot Campaign? Some Sunshot it is. Want to shoot down the sun? Dream on!"
Wang LingJiao stood up. She carefully poured him a cup of tea. In her heart, she thought over some flatterings words before speaking in a sweet voice, "Young Master Wen, those few sects could only keep on doing what they want for a couple more days. Sect Leader Wen would definitely..."
Wen Chao cursed, "Shut up! What do you know?! Get lost, stop annoying me!"
Wang LingJiao felt wronged, but she felt hatred as well. She put down the teacup. Fixing her hair and her robes, she walked outside with a smile.
Just as she went out the door, the smile on her face faltered. She opened up the paper ball within her hand. Back then, when she exited, she secretly picked up the letter that Wen Chao had tossed away. She wanted to see just what news he had received for him to be so irritated. She couldn't read too well. After looking at it for a while, she could finally guess what the letter said: the eldest son of Sect Leader Wen, Wen Chao's elder brother Wen Xu, had been beheaded by one of the dissidents' leading sect leaders and was displayed at the tip of a sword as a sign of power in front of the battle array!
Wang LingJiao had frozen.
The GusuLan Sect was burnt down, the YunmengJiang Sect was destroyed, and many other sects, whether large or small, were cracked down upon. It wasn't that there hadn't been any defiant voices, but that they had always been quickly suppressed by the QishanWen Sect. For this, three months ago, the sects Jin, Nie, Lan, and Jiang formed an alliance and led the revolt. When they emerged under the banner of the 'Sunshot Campaign', nobody took them seriously.
