"No es que no quiera asistir, solo que no me siento cómodo con las técnicas de magia convencionales, nunca me ha gustado mucho y temo darle vergüenza a mi maestro si asisto.
Tu habilidad como un caballero debe darte suficiente confianza para no reírte de mí."Estas palabras probablemente habrían alegrado al joven Mò Rán, quien siempre era tan ingenuo y candoroso;pero Nángōng Sì, que venía del complejo grupo de facciones del Mön Fang y había perdido a su madre desde pequeño, no se dejó llevar por el cumplido.
Bebió un trago y sonrió."Entonces, si Mò señor no participará, ¿por qué no lo dejamos al espectador que nos da la ventaja de predecir quién será el vencedor en esta Gran Convención?" sugirió Nángōng Sì."…" Mò Rán pensaba: ¡Realmente me preguntaste a la persona correcta!¿Quién más podría saberlo?Salvo aquel Faux Gōu Chén, que también probablemente había renacido de las sombras, solo Mò Wēiyǔ sabía el resultado de esa Gran Convención de Espíritus Sagrados."El vencedor será…""Nángōng Sì."De repente, las cortinas del camarote se abrieron con un ruido sibilante.
En la penumbra, una cara sombría apareció.
Los dos hombres no reaccionaron al principio;pero Sòng Qiútóng saltó en pie con asombro y arrepentimiento en su rostro.
"Señor Yè."El hombre que entraba era alto y elegante, vestido en un traje oscuro bordado con hilos dorados y un cinturón protector.
Sus ojos eran hermosos y masculinos, era difícil no reconocerlo como Yè Wǎngxī."¿No te he dicho que no te movieras?" dijo Yè Wǎngxī sin mirarla, apartando las cortinas e entrando al camarote.
Su mirada se detuvo en Nángōng Sì y Mò Rán, fría pero cargada de otros detalles."¡Nángōng Sì, levanta la cabeza!"ordenó a Yè Wǎngxī, quien parecía decidido a seguir su propio camino." "No, Lord Nan Gong.
Mi rango es bajo, pero aun así me mantendré."Nan Gong Si suddenly erupted in anger and barked, "Sit down!"Song Qiutong shrank slightly, supporting himself on the edge of the table as he hesitated.Ye Wangxi did not want to remain stiff, but remained cold and said, "Listen to him.""Thank you, Lord Ye..."Ye Wangxi no longer paid attention to Song Qiutong and instead said, "Nan Gong Si, how much longer do you plan to make a scene?The master is furious.
Get up, come with me.""That's best.
I'll pretend he's crazy, and treat him as if he were dead!There's nothing we can discuss until he rescinds his decision.
I will not step foot in the Rujin Sect for the rest of my life," Nan Gong Si said slowly, each word emphasizing, "Ye, Gōng, Zǐ, you may return.""You—" Ye Wangxi clenched his fists, trembling slightly all over.
Mo Ran watched him from the side and felt that he seemed ready to overturn the entire banquet table at any moment.
He grabbed Nan Gong Si and pulled him away, but as a gentleman, Ye Wangxi managed to suppress his raging anger."Nan Gong Si," after a few moments of silence, Ye Wangxi spoke in a hoarse voice, weary and contradicting his tall and upright demeanor, "Do you really want to go this far?""How is that any different?" Nan Gong Si replied coolly.Ye Wangxi closed his eyes, sighed slightly, then slowly opened them.
He stood before the table and finally turned to look at Mo Ran.They say a family's shame should not be revealed outside;of course, sect matters were no exception either.
Mo Ran, knowing when to keep silent, stood up and bowed to Ye Wangxi.
"I just remembered I have an appointment with a tailor tonight to pick up some clothes.
If I'm late, the shop owner will wait in vain.
So, I'll be off."Ye Wangxi nodded at him: "Thank you, Lord Mo.""No need to thank me, go on and talk."Mo Ran walked past Ye Wangxi, and as he passed by, he glanced over his shoulder.
Getting closer, he noticed that although Ye Wangxi still stood tall like a pine tree, his eyes had a slight reddish tinge, suggesting he had just wept before this encounter.Suddenly, Mo Ran felt an odd similarity between Ye Wangxi's resilience and Qin Wanníng.His heart surged with emotion;turning around, he said to Nan Gong Si, "Lord Nan Gong, even if I don't know what you've been through with Lord Ye, I feel that he treats you well.
If you're willing, talk things out with him and stop hiding your feelings."Nan Gong Si was not receptive.
He was currently in a rage and didn't care about anyone's proximity;coldly, he said, "Mind your own business.""…" This short-lived wretch!Mo Ran left.