NOVPUBThey carried their tired bodies home, traveling far slower than before and encountering nothing more threatening on their way home. The only thing that happened in the following days was the constant bickering between the Tang Twins, who growled at each other constantly before telling the other to take better care of themselves.
Driving everyone but Ning Feng, who just handled it with a glare and the occasional snide comment, used to the two of them, like a professional. At some point, they were back to complete energy levels when they headed back through the village Gates to the Academy.
The only one who remained strangely silent during the entire time of the travels was Ning Rong Rong, who continued observing the twins silently and patiently the whole time as if pondering something.
She smiled and shook her head whenever they asked her if something was up. Once they were back, she didn't even wait for anyone; instead, she headed straight to her room.
"I wonder what is up with her." Ma Honjun said, and Dai Mubai looked at him.
"I do have a guess." He said. "Although I am not sure."
"I-I am c-certain we a-are thinking a-about the s-same thing." Ning Feng said, looking after her as well. "I-I do u-understand i-it well enough. I-I did face t-the same t-thought..."
"Really, you were ever worried about....aaahhh." He said, holding his leg when she kicked it. "Damn Feng, that hurt. Are you sure you are a support spirit master? I always thought you supported spirit masters, who were supposed to be nice."
Ning Feng glared at him before heading off to her own room.
"What?" He asked when Oscar patted his shoulder.
"Brother, take a little wisdom from a support spirit master here." He said and eyed Ma Honjun. "Most support Spirit Masters aren't nice. We are pretty picky about whom we work with because when we work with the wrong people, we are screwed."
Then he, too, left Ma Honjun alone, who was left flabbergasted at Oscar's words. Then he threw his hands into the air and marched to his dorm room. Tang Yin, too, slumped to her room, following Zhu Zhuquing, who was right next to her dorm room. She barely changed into clean clothing in her room before falling into bed.
She was exhausted in every matter possible, just through. Darkness engulfed her and lulled her into sleep.
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Haishen Island, Poseidon Court.
A woman with long silver hair stared up at the moon. Her eyes are tired, rings beneath them as if she hadn't slept in a long time. Behind her, a man walked up; he had large muscles, an imposing figure with impossibly blue eyes, and he appeared somewhere in his thirties.
"Pavilion Master." He said, and the woman turned around to him.
"I worry." She said. "Something is brewing, and I have no idea what. The moon...the tides, there is something about it...as if destiny is knocking."
"What could possibly upset the moon. There has been nothing of the sort in forever." The man said. "Maybe it is just a bad dream, Pavilion Master."
"No." She looked at the seas stretching out in front of her. "I don't think so. I just know something is happening, and I am certainly not the only one noticing. Certainly, Spirit Hall is doing so as well. But I can do nothing but wait for the sea god to tell me or for destiny to take its course."
"I see. I have also to make a report." He said, and she steeled her face.
"Yes."
"Above the Island, I noted the Gravekeeper passing."
"Jiang?" She asked, and he nodded.
"Yes." 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
"But the dead moon dragon has not been flying in almost a century." She said, puzzled.
"I don't know." The man said and shook his head. "All I can say is that he is awake and flying in the skies again."
"I didn't even know he was still alive." The woman said and sighed. "Thank you for telling me; it is good to know."
"I just hope the tide is going to calm down." He said, looking at the sea when the silver-haired woman let out a gentle laugh.
"Somehow, I do doubt that. I feel a storm may hit us soon, and we will be anything but uninvolved in whatever is influencing the moon. "
The tide crushed against the cliffs, the seas were turbolent and large waves were forming as the wind was raging leaving the silver haired woman to stare into wide blue of the seas.
