Translator: DragonRider
âProfessor Gu recommended that old man, and the principal gave his consent,â replied Yuwen Tong.
âProfessor Gu? The old man who gave me and Yuwen Jin a test that day?â Ling Zhang was amazed. âIt surprises me that he knows someone from the Milleââ
Realizing what he was disclosing, Ling Zhang stopped in time and didnât finish his sentence. He was really astonished. âArenât members of the Millennium Pavilion forbidden to go into the society? How come Professor Gu is acquainted with a member of the Millennium Pavilion? He even recommended him and helped him get into the Imperial College. Professor Gu would never have done this if he doesnât know the old man well enough. Professor Gu has acquaintance with the Millennium Pavilion?â
Though Ling Zhang had broken off promptly, Yuwen Tong still heard the syllables âmilleâ. It was just that he was not sure whether it was âmilleâ or a homophone of it. Yuwen Tong came to realize that undoubtedly, Ling Zhang knew about the background of the old man. Back then when Ling Zhangâd shown him the handbook on internal energy, heâd expressly told him that there were still some secrets he couldnât tell him about...
Moreover, Ling Zhangâs reaction at this moment seemed to be suggesting that Professor Gu was not supposed to know about the old manâs true identity. âIt seems that this old manâs background is even more mysterious than I imagined,â thought Yuwen Tong.
Yuwen Tong looked at him. âDo you feel that Professor Gu should have no acquaintance with the old man?â
Ling Zhang inclined his head. âTo my knowledge, it shouldâve been the case. Theyâre supposed to keep their identity secret from others, for severe penalties will be meted out to them if they donât.â
Yuwen Tong contemplated for a few moments. âSevere penalties? What kind of organization has this kind of rules?â he wondered.
In astonishment, Ling Zhang was unable to calm himself down for quite a while. He felt that there was one particular thing he needed to figure out first, which was whether Professor Gu knew about the old manâs background or not. If he knew, then it would be a proof that members of the Millennium Pavilion were not really secluded, that they were still in contact with some courtiers. If that was the case, Ling Zhang believed that it would be totally unnecessary for him to have so many misgivings, that he at least had to tell Yuwen Tong everything down to the smallest detail.
âBut how can I find that out?â
After giving it some careful thought, Ling Zhang decided to directly go to the old man and ask him about it. The old man had already shown himself on his own account, which he believed was an unmistakable implication that he was welcome to go and talk to him.
With this in mind, the next day, after arriving at the Imperial College, Ling Zhang made a few inquiries and found out where the old man was staying. At midday break, he went there.
Fortunately for him, when he found it, the old man happened to be in. The tricky part was that Professor Gu was also present.
Professor Gu, who was somewhat surprised to see Ling Zhang showing up, asked, âWhat business do you have here?â
Ling Zhang was not sure what kind of attitude the Millennium Pavilion had, and neither was he certain whether Professor Gu knew about the relationship between him and the Millennium Pavilion. Unwilling to let his relations with the Millennium Pavilion come to the knowledge of anybody else, he replied, âIâm sorry to have disturbed you, professor, but thereâre some study questions Iâd like to consult Professor Li about.â
After hearing this, Professor Gu looked at the old man and said, âThis is surprising â youâve given them only one lecture, but a student came here to ask you questions.â
The old man, whose smiling face gave little away, replied, âWe may continue our game of chess tomorrow.â
Clearly he was showing Professor Gu the door, but Professor Gu didnât take offence. He rose to his feet and said, âThen Iâll wait for you tomorrow.â
Professor Gu left and Ling Zhang felt a sense of relief. Originally, he had worried that he wouldnât be able to ask about it in the presence of another professor. After the old man specially had Professor Gu leave, Ling Zhang wondered whether or not this was an indication that Professor Gu was unaware of his relations with this old man â or with the Millennium Pavilion; or that maybe Professor Gu simply didnât know about this old manâs true identity yet.
âI thought that youâd come to me yesterday. Your restraint surprised me.â The old man looked at Ling Zhang, a smile on his face. âYouâve already reached the second layer of the mental cultivation method of internal energy. This is impressive. You showed great perception, and youâre more talented than all those in the organization, which is a proof that the Force of Blood you inherited from your mother is very strong. In so many years, this is the first time that Iâve seen a clansman with such strong Force of Blood.â
Ling Zhang looked deeply at the old man, his mouth a thin line. âMay I ask why you gave me that handbook?â
He had many questions to ask, but eventually he asked this one first, because giving him a handbook on internal energy had been an overture to him, which he couldnât quite understand.
âGiven that you have the blood of Ji family coursing in you, and someone unblocked your meridians, wouldnât it be a pity that you donât cultivate?â replied the old man.
âAre you not afraid that I might disclose it to other people?â queried Ling Zhang.
âBut you didnât, did you?â said the old man. Ling Zhang was still gazing fixedly at him, a very confused look in his eyes, as if he had a lot to say. Seeing this, the old man couldnât help but sigh, âIâve been keeping watch on you. Of course Iâll stop you if you want to disclose the mental cultivation method to other people.â
Ling Zhang slightly moved his lips but refrained from telling him that heâd already let Yuwen Tong read the handbook, for he didnât know whether or not the old man would do Yuwen Tong harm if it came to his knowledge.
âYuwen Tong informed me that the best age to start practicing kung fu is seven or eight. If the reason was really the one you just told me, why didnât you give me the handbook earlier?â
By asking this question, Ling Zhang was not complaining that people of the Millennium Pavilion shouldâve given him the handbook earlier. He was just wondering why people of the Millennium Pavilion had suddenly shown up in these circumstances.
The old man, who seemed to have some time ago anticipated that Ling Zhang would ask about this, responded, âBecause nobody else in the Millennium Pavilion knows about your existence.â
âNobody else knows about my existence?â Ling Zhang furrowed his brow. âWhat do you mean? Donât youââ
The old man raised his hand and interrupted Ling Zhang. With a serious face, he looked at Ling Zhang and said, âI gave you this handbook without other peopleâs knowledge. Nobody else in the Millennium Pavilion is aware of it.â
Ling Zhang widened his eyes and looked at the old man, both surprised and perplexed. âWhy?â
âLike I said, you have blood of Ji family inside you, and youâre talented. Itâd be a pity if you donât cultivate,â replied the old man.
Ling Zhang lapsed into silence. âMerely because of this? If nobody else in the Millennium Pavilion knows about my existence, how did this old man come to know? Who is he?â
Seeing Ling Zhang was silent, the old man inquired, âYouâre not surprised by the existence of the Millennium Pavilion. Did your mother tell you about it?â
Ling Zhang thought for a brief moment and inclined his head.
His uncle and grandfather were both common people. He was not sure whether people of the Millennium Pavilion would do anything to his uncle and grandfather if any member of it found out about their existence.
As a result, he added, âI read about it in a letter my mother left me. Others are still unaware.â
The old man seemed to have no intention to persist with his questioning. He merely gave a bob of his head and said, âI saw your security guards practicing the Trap-and-Kill Formation. Was it your mother who taught you that as well?â
Ling Zhang, somewhat surprised, answered, âMy mother taught me that when she was still alive. At that time I was still young, and I just memorized it because she told me to. Originally, Iâd almost forgotten all of it. Not long ago I was nearly poisoned. Afterwards I suffered from severe headaches and dreamt about my childhood. It was not until then that I gradually remembered many things that Iâd forgotten.â
Ling Zhang, while saying this, was observing the changes of the old manâs facial expression but found that the old man was merely listening and didnât give any particular reaction to his remarks, and neither did he ask whether there were any others aware of those martial formations, as if he didnât care at all. Ling Zhang really could no longer refrain from wondering, âUncle said that people of the Millennium Pavilion were forbidden to get involved in earthly affairs. Doesnât it mean that theyâre unwilling to let outsiders know about these unique skills? Why is this old man not angry about it?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou mother died an early death, which has always been a regret of mine. Had she agreed to go back to the Millennium Pavilion, she wouldâve still been alive. Pity everybody has their respective fates, and it was understandable that she refused to return in those circumstances,â observed the old man.
Ling Zhangâs brow corrugated in a frown and his voice went cold. âWasnât it because you people wanted to punish my mother that she had to flee?â
âThe punishment was not her death,â said the old man. âIn order to get revenge, she exterminated her foeâs entire family, including innocent ones. Besides, her deeds attracted a lot of peopleâs attention. Once anybody found any traces, the existence of the Millennium Pavilion would be exposed. She was willful and without scruple. Shouldnât she be punished?â
âBut those people killed her younger brother,â remarked Ling Zhang.
For a moment the old man was silent, a flicker of grief crossing his eyes. Then he said, âBut some of the victims were blameless.â
Ling Zhang was unwilling to lay comment on her motherâs deeds. Those things were in the long distant past after all. Since he hadnât been there to see with his own eyes what the circumstances had been, he felt he was in no position to judge. Besides, as far as he could remember, his mother had always been a tender woman. He didnât believe that his mother had been the kind of person whoâd hurt innocent people...
Of course the old man understood his attitude. He said, âYour mother was a good person. Itâs just that sometimes she was too strong-minded and also too obstinate, and her temper was too violent as well. Back in that year, your uncle died a somewhat miserable death, which was why she lost her sense of propriety and went too far.â
Ling Zhangâs lips clamped tightly together. âI didnât see it with my own eyes, so Iâm not going to lay any ungrounded comment on my motherâs deeds. She avenged my uncleâs death all by her own. How do you know some of the victims were blameless?â
The old man gave a faint smile. He was not angered by Ling Zhangâs confrontational tone. âYouâre a good kid as well. Because of you, your motherâs journey in this world was worthwhile.â
Ling Zhang didnât want to hear this kind of remarks. âNobody wants their own mother dying an early death. Had I had the choice, Iâd let my mother live a long happy life.â
âWho are you exactly? Whatâs your position in the Millennium Pavilion? What are your relations with my mother? Why do you know about my existence when nobody else in the Millennium Pavilion does?â
Finally, Ling Zhang failed to forbear and asked all the questions he wanted to ask.
Just now heâd noticed a subtle detail several times â the old man would always soften his tone considerably when talking about his mother, and he seemed to be well acquainted with his mother. Ling Zhang had a sneaking conjecture but was uncertain.
The old man showed much patience after hearing the string of questions of Ling Zhang. He even poured Ling Zhang a cup of tea. âI know youâre anxious. Iâll answer all your questions one by one.â
No matter what, this old man was an elder, whoâd never done anything unfair to him. Ling Zhang, unable to treat the old man with impertinence, thanked the old man after he poured him a cup of tea.
However, what the old man told him next still dumbfounded him.
âIâm your motherâs father, your maternal grandfather.â
Ling Zhang raised his head to look at the old man in astonishment. Though heâd speculated that there was some kind of relationship by blood between this old man and his mother, itâd never crossed his mind that he was his motherâs father, his maternal grandfather...
âYou...â
The old man raised his hand and rubbed his neck. Then he found something and ripped it off, his arm a rapid blur of movement. When Ling Zhangâs eye fell on the old manâs face again, he found himself looking at another person!