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This should have been a moment worth celebrating, but at that moment, Nezha was too preoccupied to care about his own situation. "Thank you, Taiyi Senior. But right now, I'm only worried about Ao Bing..."
Aunt Taiyi nodded in understanding. "I know how you feel. Pack your things and head back to your dormitory. At least there aren't so many restrictions there, and you can move around more freely."
On the way back to the dormitory, Nezha couldn't suppress the anxiety churning within him. He tried again and again to activate the Time-Space Bracelet, hoping to contact Ao Bing once more, but the bracelet remained unresponsive.
The dormitory was as tidy as ever, with a blue paper crane resting on the bed—left behind by Ao Bing before he departed. Nezha carefully picked up the crane, treating it as if it were a precious treasure.
"Ao Bing, you must be okay..." Nezha murmured to himself as he gently placed the crane on his bedside.
The entire afternoon passed with Nezha anxiously waiting for news from Aunt Taiyi while repeatedly attempting to activate the bracelet. As the sun set and golden rays spilled through the window, Nezha's phone finally rang—it was Aunt Taiyi calling.
"Taiyi Senior, do you have news about Ao Bing?" Nezha asked eagerly.
"Listen, Nezha," Aunt Taiyi's voice was unusually serious. "I just received word that Ao Bing is on his way back to school. His... situation isn't good."
Nezha's heart tightened. "What do you mean? Is he hurt?"
"It's not physical injuries," Aunt Taiyi explained. "It's a mental blow. The Dragon King is gravely injured, and there's a power vacuum within the Dragon Palace; various factions are stirring. As the prince, Ao Bing must return immediately to take charge, but he insisted on coming back to see you first."
Nezha's emotions were a tumultuous mix of worry for Ao Bing's safety and gratitude for his determination to return despite everything.
"When will he arrive?"
"Tonight, around nine o'clock. He'll meet you at Center Lake Shore. But you must be careful; there may be spies from the Dragon Palace within the school. Don't let anyone know about this meeting."
After hanging up the phone, Nezha felt restless. With three hours until nine o'clock, the wait felt like torture. He tried to distract himself by doing various tasks—tidying up his room, reviewing his studies, practicing his abilities—but images of Ao Bing in danger kept invading his mind.
As time ticked away, finally at eight forty-five, Nezha grabbed a black jacket and tucked his red hair under the hood before quietly leaving the dormitory.
Night fell, and the flow of people on campus dwindled; only the library and study rooms remained lit with students preparing for final exams inside. Nezha took a secluded path to avoid crowds as he made his way toward Center Lake Shore.
The lake's surface resembled a mirror reflecting countless stars and a crescent moon. A gentle breeze stirred tiny ripples across the water. Nezha waited quietly beneath an Old Willow Tree, his heart pounding like a drum.
At nine o'clock sharp, silver ripples suddenly spread across the lake's surface, and then slowly rose into a water column. Within that column emerged a familiar figure—Ao Bing—dressed in blue but looking much more haggard than usual, fatigue and worry evident in his eyes.
"Ao Bing!" Nezha exclaimed excitedly as he rushed forward to embrace him tightly. "Are you okay? I was so worried!"
Ao Bing returned the hug with a weary smile on his face. "I'm fine; it's just... there's been a major problem at the Dragon Palace."
They found a secluded stone bench to sit down as Ao Bing began recounting everything that had happened at the Dragon Palace.
"Three days ago, the Dragon Palace was suddenly attacked by a group of unidentified invaders. They possessed special abilities that countered those of the Dragon Tribe. My father led the guards to confront them but was outnumbered and severely injured. By the time I arrived, the invaders had retreated but took with them one of our most important treasures—the Sea Stabilizing Needle."
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