The lunatic's mad frenzy wasn't going to end once it had begun. He wasn't going to start fighting the moment he had woken up. He wanted to relish life and drink from its well so that he could regain his strength as quickly as possible.
Terrible news soon emerged from Northern Europe. They spoke of the arrival of a demon that targeted young women and killed them mercilessly and violently.
If one were to follow his trail, you would realize that he was heading east.
The news reached Mr Lang as well.
Heifeng was naturally displeased. But he had been the one who had awakened the lunatic. He was in no position to protest.
"I didn't expect him to be the sort who's going to wait for us to find the Longevity Pond. There was no point in my waking him up in the first place," Heifeng said darkly after he found Mr Lang. "He's not going to help us. In fact, he might even bring us trouble. Should we..."
Mr Lang's nose was buried in a book. He was busy and only threw a glance at Heifeng when the latter spoke.
"I told you. You're to take charge of these matters and leave me out of them. You decide who you will awaken. All is fine if they manage to be of help to my plan. If they disrupt my plans..." His eyes glowed with a cold, dark light, "...then they'll die, along with you."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
His tone of voice was calm. Yet the murderous aura exuding from him sent shivers down Heifeng's spine.
He clenched his jaw, grunted softly and left without saying another word.
Mr Lang had awakened him because he wanted to use him as his tool. He was powerless in the face of Mr Lang's strength. At the same time, he also needed the man if he wanted to find the Longevity Pond. That didn't mean that he wasn't unhappy about being the subject of Mr Lang's contempt and being treated like a dog who had to answer to its master every beck and call.
Mr Lang didn't care at all though.
He turned away and disregarded Heifeng completely. The latter was simply a tool. He would use him as long as he remained useful. Once he had lost his use, he would be gotten rid of.
Mr Lang's eyes were fixed on the remaining pages of an ancient book. He was missing its full contents.
"Jiang Ning, it has to be you," said Mr Lang. "You're the only person who can read the map in the Extreme Fist Technique Manual."
He rose to his feet and kept the damaged book. Then, he looked up and gazed at the dark skies. He had a feeling that he was taking too long. If he kept dawdling, things would become more troublesome. "I've got to speed things up."
A dark light flashed across his eyes.
Meanwhile, in Donghai.
Jiang Ning's life had been extremely peaceful recently.
He was busy and had plenty of matters to attend to. But he had set them all aside and gotten someone else to attend to these matters. He didn't have to attend to them personally.
All he wanted to do now was to stay by his family's side. He had had a taste of happiness and he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.
Jiang Ning was squatting next to the
baby cot right now and staring at his cute baby. His heart melted a
sight of her large, clear eyes.
"Jiang Yao, can you see Daddy?" Jiang Ning tugged lightly at his daughter's tiny hand and cooed at her. "Come on, say 'Daddy'. Say 'Daddy'."
"She's barely a month old. She can't talk," Lin Yuzhen said in exasperation.
After his baby was born, Jiang Ning had somehow become a child himself. He didn't look anything like his past intimidating self at all.
There was no way a baby so young could speak or say "Daddy". He must be joking.
"When will she learn how to talk?"
Jiang Ning couldn't wait for that to happen. He stared at Jiang Yao and wished desperately that she could talk right now. How he wished that she could walk and wrap her arms around his neck and call him "Daddy".
"Maybe when she's around one."
"What?" Jiang Ning took a deep breath. "I guess we still have a long way to go."
"Do you want her to grow up faster?"
"Not at all." Jiang Ning shook his head. "In fact, I hope she takes her time."
Life was a journey of ever-growing distances. It didn't matter if it was the
distance between one and his parents, or one with his child. The distance would eventually keep growing.