Chapter 552: Chapter 243: Under the Throne, Seven disciples_2
The two elders of the Wang family — incessantly talking.
Wang Xinfei didn’t make a sound, quietly listening.
However, the corners of her mouth curled up a little, with an ambiguous smile.
In the depths of her eyes, a hint of pity emerged. Looking at the two who should have been the closest to her, the distance between the three seemed to be growing.
"Father, Grandfather, is this all you wanted to say?"
After a while, Wang Xinfei interrupted the two.
"What, these things aren’t important?"
Wang Lutai stroked his beard, expressing the frustration of a blacksmith whose iron isn’t hard enough.
"I know you’ve grown up strong, with your own ideas."
"But the salt we’ve eaten, the blood we’ve shed, put ten of you together and it still wouldn’t compare!"
"If you don’t listen to our suggestions and encounter hardships in the future, don’t come crying to us!"
"Crying?" Wang Xinfei laughed, "Grandfather, I haven’t cried for a long time."
"Since I embarked on the path of independence, I’ve shed plenty of blood. Look at my arms, there are still some residual scars."
As she finished speaking, Wang Xinfei gracefully curtsied, pointing to the centre of the hall, and lightly smiled:
"It’s time for me to go over there and congratulate my master."
"Master?"
Wang Lutai and Wang Qiusong were simultaneously dumbfounded.
They turned their bodies, following everyone’s eyes, and saw several silhouettes getting up from the banquet one after another.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The loudest of all was naturally the small giant nearing four meters in height.
Even when he sat, he could look down upon everything.
When he truly stood up, everyone had to look up to see him.
"Congratulations, Master Han!"
Renwo Kuang kneeled on the ground, like a small mountain crashing to the floor.
"My respects to Master Han!"
A man with fiery red hair who was perpetually surrounded by frighteningly high temperatures and a flame overhead, followed suit, going down on one knee.
People’s pupils contracted; this man was the leader of the Mercenary Group that Steals Fire, his power nearly rivalling that of Dean Du of the Canghai Pavilion.
It was unexpected that even he would kneel down with such reverence, what was going on?
"Master Han, congratulations!"
A playful girl with green hair and healthy tan skin, leading a pink winged dragon, obediently saluted.
"Master Han, congratulations!"
A dashing young man with his hair in a bun stepped forward, his face characterized by the daintiness of an educated man, curled eyelashes, slightly blush lips; his handsome features and the clear voice exclusive to youth captivated all who saw him.
"Master Han, whoo-hoo, let’s get lit!"
Lin Pingfan with a cup of wine, shaking the emerald liquid inside, laughed heartily and drained the cup in one gulp.
"..."
Bai Qin silently raised her own cup of wine towards Ye Hanjun, and finished it with a gulp.
"Master Han, congratulations."
The last one to arrive was naturally Wang Xinfei.
She had a head full of reddish-brown waves, a tall figure, and a full chest, fully exuding the charm of a woman.
Facing the figure on the throne, she smoothed out the wrinkles on her battle skirt and knelt on one knee without the slightest hint of affectation or hesitation.
Wang Lutai and Wang Qiusong were stunned.
Just a moment ago, they were talking about Renwo Kuang, the leader of the Mercenary Group that Steals Fire, how handsome he was, how extraordinary, advising her to seize the opportunity well.
Before they could even turn around, Wang Xinfei was on her knees before the same man with them.
What did this mean?
Chaos thoughts, complicated ideas.
Then they heard a peaceful voice from the throne:
"All disciples, rise."
"Ah?"
Wang Lutai and Wang Qiusong, suddenly woke up from their daze.
They pricked their ears, trying their utmost to hear what the man was saying:
"Now that I am already an emperor, there is no need to hide anything."
"During my term as head of Canghai Pavilion, including the battlefield on the frontier, I’ve taken seven direct disciples."
"First disciple, Su Mei."
"Second disciple, Li Jingming."
"Third disciple, Wang Xinfei."
"Fourth disciple, Renwo Kuang."
"Sixth disciple, Bai Qin."
"Seventh disciple, Lin Pingfan."
"For the next two years, some trivial matters I don’t want to be bothered with will be handled by them."
"Whoever dares to obstruct or maliciously trouble them should consider the consequences."
As these words were spoken, the hall was in uproar.
From high ranking family heads, chief offerings, power leaders, to children, servants, and friends...
Everyone looked surprised!
In public information, only Renwo Kuang was known to be Emperor Han’s direct disciple.
They never imagined, Renwo Kuang was only the fourth disciple, with three people before him and three after him!
"So that’s how it is..."
"Su Mei, Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei, their potential is ordinary, but they’ve reached their current heights thanks to Emperor Han!"
"Who is Bai Qin? I’ve never heard this name before."
"Haven’t you heard of Ying Hua? It’s said that she seized power from Ying Mountain of Shadow Alliance. The whole Shadow Alliance didn’t collapse from the devastating blow, but became increasingly prosperous, thanks to her and that man called ’Lin Pingfan’!"
The low murmur of conversations, weaving into a net, consolidating.
Wang Lutai and Wang Qiusong exchanged glances, one swallowing his saliva, the other with a stupefied expression.
After a while, the two had flushed faces, invigorated as if they had taken a stimulant.
"Xinfei is actually Emperor Han’s direct disciple?"
"This girl, having such a status but not informing us?"
"It’s too surreal, a blessing in disguise that Tang Sheng’s dead, if the Wang family could establish such connections, how could we not grow and become strong?"
