Chapter 68 - One of the Twelve Guards from the Ancient Sect
Chapter 68: One of the Twelve Guards from the Ancient Sect
At night, Jian Ai took a shower and tidied the living room before turning on the television.
Television was broadcasting a popular idol drama. It was a tacky plot where the overbearing CEO fell in love with Cinderella. Jian Ai washed an apple and curled up on the sofa to watch it in boredom.
Not long after, sleepiness overwhelmed Jian Ai. In a daze, she almost fell asleep when a knock came from the door.
She stood up and looked at the time. It was half-past ten in the evening. Jian Ai frowned. Who would knock at this time?
Without thinking too much, Jian Ai stood up and opened the door, only to see that it was empty. However, before Jian Ai could mutter, she trembled…
“Oh…” Jian Ai screamed and quickly bounced back. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
At the door, a silver-haired man in a suit had his right hand clenched into a fist and placed on his left chest. His head was lowered, and it was impossible to see his face that was buried in the shadows. Jian Ai didn’t see him when she opened the door because he was kneeling on one knee outside then.
What the hell?
It was nighttime and Jian Ai almost thought she had seen a ghost. Her heart beat faster. Jian Ai looked at the person kneeling respectfully at the door and asked tentatively, “You… who are you?”
Even though she had been reborn and had learned mental cultivation techniques after her rebirth, Jian Ai still could not calm down in the face of such a situation. Furthermore, this person had appeared suddenly on this dark and windy night. It was very strange.
At this moment, the silver-haired man maintained his kneeling posture but answered, “I am one of the twelve guards of the ancient sect. The prophet, Bai Zhou, greets the Sect Master!”
Huh?
Jian Ai stood there in her Little Cherry Ball pajamas with a remote control in her hand. She was puzzled as she listened to the man in front of her.
What twelve guards? What sect master?
Wait…
Jian Ai’s expression froze, and she suddenly caught on to the main point the other party was talking about. The ancient sect!
Wasn’t her mental cultivation technique from the ancient sect?
Her thoughts returned quickly. Jian Ai’s eyes were filled with vigilance. She frowned and asked carefully, “Did you just say… that you are from the ancient sect?”
Jian Ai could not be blamed for being so suspicious. The ancient sect was her secret. She had once thought that she was the only one in the world who knew about the ancient sect because she still remembered the words in her dream when she was absorbing the mental cultivation techniques. The ancient sect had a history of over a thousand years. She could not believe that there were other people under the ancient sect today in 2002!
Bai Zhou still didn’t move, and his clear voice carried a tone of respect that couldn’t be ignored. “Reporting to the Sect Master, I am one of the twelve guards under the ancient sect. I’m the prophet, Bai Zhou. I sensed your call and came to receive my orders.”
“Wait…” Jian Ai was a little stunned, she was looking at the man’s temperament and attitude as well as his words, Jian Ai believed him a little. After all, he was able to mention the ancient sect. However, she had never heard of the twelve guards. Moreover, this man said that he was one of the twelve guards. In other words, besides him, there were eleven others?!
Most importantly, Jian Ai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “When did I summon you?”
Are you a Pet Fairy?
“Sect Master, please look at your chest. You will know that I’m telling the truth.” As if knowing that Jian Ai did not completely believe him, Bai Zhou reminded her.
Jian Ai subconsciously looked down. In her loose pajamas, there was a circular totem glowing on her left chest.