The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1669: Chapter 1655

Wen Zaao was almost choked by Chu Ge’s words; how did she feel that Chu Ge always spoke in such a cheeky manner?

At this moment, outside the window, a fierce wind arose, and torrential rain poured down.

In the building opposite theirs, on the same floor as Wen Zaao, a telescope was currently focused on them.

"Master, I’ve been confused about something."

Zhou Laowai asked, curiously observing them from the other side.

Behind him, the Old Palace Master sat naturally, with his eyes closed, it’s unclear what he was thinking.

Upon hearing Zhou Laowai’s question, he slowly opened his eyes, which were murky and cunning, "What do you want to ask? Go ahead."

"Chu Ge isn’t someone from another space-time. He’s traveled from three thousand years ago, does that count as disrupting the space-time order?"

Zhou Laowai was quite puzzled. Chu Ge was someone from this space-time, just from three thousand years ago.

The Old Palace Master chuckled at Zhou Laowai’s ignorance and foolishness, but also at his own cleverness, "You don’t understand. Although someone who turns from the original space-time can’t cause severe after-effects to other space-times, they can bring about disorder in the space-time order."

He paused, picked up the teacup on the table intending to take a sip of water, only to find it filled with tea dregs.

He coughed lightly, his expression showing some displeasure.

Zhou Laowai glanced at the Old Palace Master, noticing his displeased expression, he froze for a moment, then remembered he had prepared tea for the Old Palace Master.

"I apologize, my Lord, I will brew the tea for you now, my memory failed me, I’m truly sorry for my lack of care."

After brewing the tea, Zhou Laowai handed it to the Old Palace Master, saying, "My Lord, please have some tea."

The Old Palace Master’s expression slightly eased, he acknowledged with a hum, then raised his eyes to look at him, "What’s happening over there?"

"They went out during the day."

Zhou Laowai answered truthfully.

"Went out? Where to?"

"The Ancient Artifact Research Institute."

The Old Palace Master gave him a suspicious look, "Isn’t the Ancient Artifact Research Institute your establishment?"

Zhou Laowai smiled sheepishly, "It was established by me. But after following the Old Palace Master, I forged the news of my disappearance, and now my son Zhou Ang is taking care of it."

"These years have forced you to not assume your real identity, it’s been hard on you."

The Old Palace Master said tactfully, "It’s been twenty years without seeing your son, you must miss him terribly, right?"

Zhou Laowai hung his head, his hands tightly clasped together. To say he didn’t miss his son was a lie, yet he could not show this longing before the Old Palace Master.

"For the great plans of the Old Palace Master, this hardship is nothing, it’s worth enduring."

"Ah, you." Although he knew these words were meant to cheer him up, who doesn’t like hearing nice words? They were pleasant to his ears.

"I know these years have been unfair to you, having a home you can’t return to, seeing your own son without recognizing him, and they traced your clues several times only for you to cut them off. The inner struggle and torment, I can empathize."

The Old Palace Master spoke earnestly, "Rest assured, as long as we succeed in finding the Mystic Sky Tower, obtaining the Holy Artifact within, and dominating the world of martial arts, you’ll be Perfect."

Zhou Laowai nodded slightly, "I’ve always looked forward to that day, hoping it comes soon."

"Alright, continue to observe here, and report immediately if there’s any movement."

"Yes."

The Old Palace Master stood up, ready to leave, suddenly recalling something, he turned to look at Zhou Laowai, "I remember your son and Old Wen’s daughter have been pursuing you. They seem to have focused on the Yechen King’s Tomb. The Time-Space Gate of the Eighth Space-Time is inside the Yechen King’s Tomb; if they find it..."

He made a light slicing gesture across his neck, the implication was clear, eliminate any threats if necessary.

Zhou Laowai’s heart ached momentarily; after all, that was his own son.

The Old Palace Master noticed Zhou Laowai’s hesitation, raised a hand, and patted Zhou Laowai’s shoulder, "Remember how Old Wen died."

The pat wasn’t heavy, but his words struck like a mallet.

Of course, he couldn’t forget Old Wen’s death; even now, twenty years later, he often dreamed of Old Wen’s dying manner.

Back then, they discovered the Time-Space Gate and, by chance, passed through to the Old Palace Master’s original space-time, marking the beginning of their nightmare, no, the beginning of Old Wen’s nightmare.

Initially, they associated with the Old Palace Master, believing he was gentle and forthright, exceptionally hospitable, but no one expected there was a lurking ambition.

Gradually forming trust, Old Wen and Zhou Laowai shared the Time-Space Tunnel affair with the Old Palace Master and even brought him to their world.

Gradually, by shuttling back and forth through the discovered Time-Space Gate, Old Wen first realized the concealed grave danger inside.

He felt continuing as such would likely disturb the space-time, ecological balance, disrupting existing order.

However, the Old Palace Master had already discovered business opportunities, or rather, elements satisfying his desires and needs through the Time-Space Tunnel. At that time, he had just established Wufeng Palace and intended to use the Time-Space Gate jointly with Old Wen and Zhou Laowai to conquer the space, but Old Wen refused.

Although his field was ancient tomb research, he adhered to ethics. The discovery of the Time-Space Gate was unintentional, and stopping losses was crucial in his view.

Eventually, Old Wen disclosed his thoughts to Zhou Laowai, but Zhou Laowai had already agreed with the Old Palace Master. Motivated by momentary greed and personal interests, he and the Old Palace Master murdered Old Wen.

Even now, he couldn’t forget the gaze Old Wen gave him before dying: shock, the pain of betrayal, anger, and reluctance.

He knew that this reluctance wasn’t toward him, but toward his wife and child.

Zhou Laowai’s thoughts grew heavy, the more he thought, the more his mood sank, temporarily not hearing the Old Palace Master calling him.

The Old Palace Master frowned at him, "Zhou Laowai, what are you thinking?"

He spoke while sharply slapping Zhou Laowai’s shoulder, pulling him back to reality.

Zhou Laowai snapped out of his daze, heart still shaken, he shook his head and exhaled slightly, "No, nothing, my Lord, there’s a typhoon forecast, take care on your way."

"Did you not hear what I just said?"