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At night, accompanied by the sound of thunder, he had surprisingly dozed off for two hours. When he got up, the aftereffects of the battle hit him hard; he still felt exhausted, and now there was an added sensation of soreness throughout his body.
Throwing on his outer robe, Sang Qingxiao stretched his limbs and noticed Elder Tong already seated in the courtyard, sitting cross-legged on a mat, his eyes fixed intently on Misha, who was still undergoing the thunder tribulation in the distance.
That gaze—if one said there was no ulterior motive behind it, who would believe it?
If he wanted to stare, then let him stare. The few of them were quite unfamiliar with this thunder tribulation and could not offer any assistance. If someone volunteered to keep watch, there was even a chance they might lend a hand in case of a crisis, which Sang Qingxiao found quite agreeable.
"Elder Tong, you’re up really early."
Elder Tong was so engrossed that it took Sang Qingxiao three calls to draw his attention.
"Huh? What? Up early?" Elder Tong chuckled. "As one ages, bodily functions decline like those of ordinary humans; I find myself waking up more easily. The rooster hasn’t even crowed yet, and here I am."
"That’s quite modest of you. It must have been the thunder that disturbed your sweet dreams?"
"Not at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard the sound of thunder tribulation; I find it rather comforting."
Sang Qingxiao casually sat beside him and asked, "With so many clouds, I really can’t see clearly. Elder Tong, your skills are profound; could you help me see how Misha is faring with this tribulation?"
"Only twenty-five strikes in; he’s in good condition and can still handle it on his own."
"Only twenty-five? He was already at twenty-two before entering the house yesterday. How could he have only faced three strikes overnight?"
Elder Tong explained, "You see, with each strike of thunder tribulation, the intensity varies greatly, and the preparation time between them also extends accordingly. Just wait; it will take at least half a month or as long as several months for this tribulation to completely conclude."
After pondering for a moment, Elder Tong added with concern, "You all must hold back. Even if he is on the brink of death, do not intervene casually. With your current abilities, any attempt would only lead to failure."
"If he’s almost dead, we can’t save him?"
"The Divine Script has already been given to him; how could heaven allow him to die?"
"Just listen to experience," Elder Tong said with anticipation and excitement in his tone as he mentioned Qilin. He clearly hoped for Misha's success; after all, listening to him would not lead one astray.
The two sat quietly for a while longer.
"Elder Tong," Sang Qingxiao resumed, "I’m still quite interested in the Divine Script. Could you teach me about it?"
"That’s something you shouldn’t learn—especially since you don’t yet possess divine status."
"There are some with poor comprehension who can’t even see the characters."
"And some who refuse to heed warnings and forcefully attempt to decipher it—at best they become foolish; at worst, they lose their lives."
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