My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 206 - 173 Storm_3
Chapter 206: Chapter 173: Storm_3
Chapter 206: Chapter 173: Storm_3
Gradually, Lingfei’s beautiful, long eyes began to glisten, and she gently sniffed.
The next second.
She turned around, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and rushed out the door to search for that faithless man.
In the heavy rain, Lingfei hurried to the Four Seasons Hall,
where a class was currently in session.
Her lips tightly pursed, eyebrows inverted in frustration, she scanned the people inside the hall one by one, searching for the faithless man. From the first row to the last, there was no sign of him.
Lingfei scanned the room several more times, still no Zhao Rong, and her brows furrowed.
She patiently waited until class was dismissed and quickly approached an Academy scholar.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry to disturb you, but do you know where Zhao Ziyu has gone?”
The Academy scholar paused, taking in the sight of the attractive woman under the umbrella, with a mole beneath her left eye, and was slightly taken aback.
Lingfei urgently asked again.
“Oh, Zhao junior brother, he asked the eldest brother for a leave today and did not attend class. By the way, may I ask who you are…”
Before the Academy scholar could finish, Lingfei turned and hurried away without staying a moment longer.
Along the way, rain splashed against her skirt hem. Normally reserved with strangers, she stopped passersby to inquire and finally arrived at Zhao Rong’s living quarters.
Lingfei reached the window of Zhao Rong’s room and looked inside, but it was empty.
She then inquired the Academy students who lived nearby, including a classmate she remembered often went to Nan Ci Mansion with Zhao Rong.
She learned that Zhao Rong had taken a leave for some urgent matter, but they did not know the specifics.
Lingfei sighed with relief.
So he wasn’t intentionally not writing to her, but… why hadn’t he informed her.
What on earth had he gone out for, especially in this weather…
Lingfei stood outside Zhao Rong’s house, looking at the incessant downpour beyond the eaves.
The sky was gloomy, and rain sounds filled everywhere, while occasional flashes illuminated the dark world.
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Thunder rumbled loudly.
Lingfei’s brow remained furrowed.
Where had he gone?
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It seemed to have already turned to night.
The gloomy sky all day had made it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.
The rain had lessened slightly but was still heavy.
In the darkness, Zhao Rong, wearing a straw raincoat, returned to the Taiching Four Mansions, soaked by the rain.
All the way, he cursed under his breath.
Unfortunately, now that Gui was asleep, Zhao Rong could only vent on his own.
Dammit, it was supposed to only crash loudly once, but after several dozen loud crashes, it was still useless, and he had almost been struck…
Zhao Rong had set out last night, traveling several hours to find a suitable hill in a deserted area, placed the furnace there, and indeed, lightning struck it. But when he risked retrieving the furnace, he found it completely useless…
The Li Ji Sword Pills remained in their ethereal form. According to Gui, if the Sword Pills were perfected, they should exist somewhere between the ephemeral and the solid. Still, when Zhao Rong fished in the furnace, it was like fishing the moon from the bottom of a well—utterly fruitless.
Zhao Rong returned to the courtyard, becoming more enraged as he walked.
After a busy day in the heavy rain, even though he was wearing a straw raincoat, his whole body was still soaked through.
And the autumn rain was coupled with gusts of cold wind.
His wet body was chilled to the bone.
Even Zhao Rong, who was usually robust, couldn’t bear it anymore.
Soon, amidst the darkness, Zhao Rong quickly walked up to the courtyard gate, ready to fetch his keys to unlock it, but then, in the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure moving stealthily in the dark, seemingly preparing to leave.
Zhao Rong paused, a thought flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly turned to chase after it.
The figure seemed to sense his pursuit, sped up, and was about to disappear into the darkness.
But just then.
“Qing Jun.”
Zhao Rong called out impulsively.
In the dark, that graceful figure abruptly stopped.
