[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith":3,"chapter-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-715":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Childhood Friend of the Zenith",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1240759,1667,"Chapter 714","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-715",715,"\u003Cp>One day, during a training session, the Sword Sovereign spoke to Wi Seol-ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wi Seol-ah tilted her head, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imbuing something into the sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword wasn’t a vessel, so what could she possibly put into it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a child, Wi Seol-ah couldn’t grasp the meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, she chose not to understand. At the time, she was too impatient to think about anything beyond her immediate training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t until Wi Seol-ah surpassed Hwagyeong that she began to understand her grandfather’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of sword dance should she perform?What path should her sword trace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where should she place her strength, and how should she guide her Qi?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before pondering such techniques, she realized she needed to think about what she was putting into her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What thoughts and emotions should she bring to her blade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Master who taught her once said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A martial artist can be categorized by levels, but a swordsman cannot be defined so simply.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What matters is how much of yourself you can pour into your sword. For a true swordsman, that is far more important.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much of oneself could be placed into the blade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a difficult concept, yet it was exactly as stated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was what they called Sword and Soul as One—the dream of all swordsmen to unite with their blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began to grasp the meaning when she first felt that alignment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To place myself into the sword…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does “myself” even mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as she caught glimpses of understanding, she couldn’t fully grasp it because Wi Seol-ah didn’t know what “herself” truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was she?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wi Seol-ah pondered endlessly, but no matter how much she thought, she still didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she come to understand someday if she continued to reflect quietly?And if she ever truly discovered who she was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that change anything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wi Seol-ah found herself inexplicably afraid of the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her closed eyes opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her heavy eyelids lifted, her shaky vision was the first thing she noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, Wi Seol-ah realized she was being carried in someone’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though startled, she didn’t struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, she knew whose arms she was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of those arms, Gu Yangcheon, spoke to her as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body, exhausted and weak, felt limp. Despite her weariness, Wi Seol-ah asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Did I lose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you lost,” Gu Yangcheon replied casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wi Seol-ah nodded quietly at his straightforward answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Gu Yangcheon chuckled softly and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it bother you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It probably did. It had been a very close fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It really could’ve gone either way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a single difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Wi Seol-ah had controlled one more sword.Or if she had imbued just a bit more of her intent into her final strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victor would not have been the Divine Dragon but Wi Seol-ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hmm.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon suppressed a small pang of pain rising from within. He had hastily erected a Qi barrier to block the impact of their clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had deflected it completely, it was enough to leave him with minor internal injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The injuries weren’t a big deal—they would vanish in less than a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The fact that I got injured at all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash between those two had been powerful enough to reach him.The fact that their level had risen to this point left him with a strange mix of feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wi Seol-ah, I understand.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been the greatest martial artist in her past life. He wasn’t surprised, knowing the strength she wielded at her peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much she had tried to avoid holding a sword, it was inevitable that this would happen once she picked one up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What about the Divine Dragon?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike of his Hundred Step Divine Fist carried intent.It didn’t seem deliberate, yet his movements were imbued with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to others, he would easily surpass figures like the “Forest Tempest” and likely defeat the Oil Sword without much effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And he’s only in his early twenties?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon had gained his abilities through reincarnation.But the Divine Dragon displayed a level far beyond what he had achieved in his previous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even if he’s weaker than the Ghost Monk, he’s vastly different from what he was in the past.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name Divine Dragon suited him and perhaps even exceeded it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, notably—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I couldn’t sense any trace of the Blood Demon’s aura.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the part Gu Yangcheon had been suspicious of was absent. He had thought the Divine Dragon must have fallen victim to the wandering meteors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no sign of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Could I have missed it?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was possible, but Gu Yangcheon doubted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Dragon had likely reached this level through sheer talent and effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s insane.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no other explanation. Gu Yangcheon was convinced of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What kind of life must he have led to end up like this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought this monk was odd ever since he saw him scarfing down dumplings. Now it was clear—the Divine Dragon defied all imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without hair, he was a force to be reckoned with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure genius, born to transcend the ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with every accolade imaginable, it wasn’t enough to explain him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You have to literally carve away at your bones and flesh for this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To achieve such purity of Qi and strength at this age required a lifetime of relentless dedication to training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Though I suspect he’s eaten quite a few supreme pills.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, downing dozens of those wouldn’t be enough to elevate someone to this level. Even that had limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If it were that simple, I would have transcended long ago.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon, who casually popped pills comparable to Dokcheon-dan, knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…That guy is the real deal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the few true martial artists in today’s Zhongyuan, filled with impostors, the Divine Dragon was genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Gu Yangcheon had let it pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I was ready to step in and destroy everything.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned to burn it all down if the Alliance had continued scheming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he tolerated it because the Divine Dragon was real.It was also a silent apology for having dismissed him inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not bad.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellow Radiant Armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, he had never seen Shaolin’s ultimate technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Monk had never used it, so he had missed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…This life seems to be vastly different.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if weaker than the Ghost Monk of his past, the current Divine Dragon held boundless potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon, a martial artist yet distant from martial ways, felt a faint stir of ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Dragon was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made him wonder—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will he interfere?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the Divine Dragon get in the way of the plans Gu Yangcheon had laid for the future?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so, he would kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pondered carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I don’t know yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t decide. He needed to observe a little longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What could have happened to him?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had caused the Divine Dragon to change so drastically?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it dumplings? Had dumplings been the key?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Divine Dragon simply not eaten dumplings in his past life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But honestly, was it normal for a monk to eat dumplings in the first place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who the hell fed him?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, the Divine Dragon hadn’t found them on his own.Gu Yangcheon wanted to see the face of whoever had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t possibly be normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I’m disappointed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wi Seol-ah, still in his arms, spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon blinked, then remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, I asked her, didn’t I?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s right. He’d asked if she was disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, she would be. Wi Seol-ah must have known how close the match had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone who had fought the duel herself, she couldn’t be unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… It’s not the loss I’m disappointed about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wi Seol-ah’s words puzzled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Then what are you disappointed about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the loss? Then what was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon asked again, but Wi Seol-ah avoided his gaze instead of answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why wouldn’t she answer after making him curious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn’t press her further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by her reaction, she wouldn’t have answered even if he insisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the faint redness of Wi Seol-ah’s ears, he briefly thought about teasing her but decided against it. He simply chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get you checked out and grab a meal. She’s waiting for us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namgung Bi-ah had already gone outside to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meat. I want meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, sure. Let’s go with that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon sighed inwardly with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was still the same Wi Seol-ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for him, that was all he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>******************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the second day of the finals ended, the entirety of Hanan was buzzing with stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the discussions were about the matches from the tournament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear? They say the Sword Dragon of Mount Hua…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The duel performed by the Poison King was like a masterpiece…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never imagined there were so many hidden masters in Zhongyuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The events of the first day had all but faded into the background. At most, people still mentioned the scene where Dokbong crushed the Oil Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the sea of stories being shared, one topic dominated above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The youngest master to reach Hwagyeong—it was truly a remarkable duel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The name Divine Dragon is not only fitting but well-deserved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fitting? I dare say he might be the greatest Divine Dragon in history.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To think I’d witness such a match in my lifetime… It felt like a dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the stories revolved around the Divine Dragon’s duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they not? The sight was so dazzling and intense that it left an indelible mark on everyone who witnessed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps the reincarnation of the Radiant Buddha Sovereign?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Radiant Buddha Sovereign (Hwang Ah Bulyeong)—a legendary Shaolin hero who had once quelled a bloody catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were beginning to believe that the Divine Dragon could stand shoulder to shoulder with such a figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why not? With talent of that magnitude, it seemed entirely possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through this tournament, the Divine Dragon had cemented his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the hope of Shaolin and the strongest among the Five Dragons and Three Peaks, he was now recognized as a future leader of Zhongyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t the only one to leave such an impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what about the Sword Sovereign’s successor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That young lady was incredible too! She truly lived up to the title of the Sword Sovereign’s heir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The way her controlled swords floated through the air, so beautiful… Who knew martial arts could be so elegant? I’d only heard the rumors, but they were true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And her appearance too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Moonlit Dance Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword Sovereign’s signature martial art was renowned for its grace. Its golden aura and sword trajectories, which seemed to hold the glow of moonlight, were mesmerizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Particularly striking was the ability to manifest Qi into controlled swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaping Qi into physical forms required an extraordinary level of precision. To turn it into swords and wield them in the air spoke to an unimaginable mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone so young, barely in her twenties, to execute such techniques was naturally astounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, Wi Seol-ah gained a new title, whispered subtly among the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crescent Moon Sword… She truly seemed like the Sword Sovereign reborn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fitting title.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crescent Moon Sword (Seomwol-geom).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was likely inspired by the crescent-shaped slash Wi Seol-ah had displayed at the end of her duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the name, Gu Yangcheon thought to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Crescent Moon Sword… Compared to her past life, it feels a bit lacking.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, Wi Seol-ah had been known as the Little Sword Saint (So Geomseong).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the new title wasn’t as grand, it wasn’t bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated in a high-tier guesthouse, Gu Yangcheon sipped his tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found the sound of the chatter below intriguing, choosing not to block it out with a Qi barrier. He wanted to hear the stories being spread about Tang Soyeol and Wi Seol-ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening carefully and filtering through the noise, he overheard a conversation nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…It seems the Emei Sect isn’t making any moves. They’re probably lying low after what happened last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheol Ji-seon, sitting beside him and eating, continued speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was late into the night, and they had come out to this guesthouse in the city for a reason: to gather information about how the rumors were spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Cheol Ji-seon’s words, Gu Yangcheon glanced his way, raising a hand to form a Qi barrier around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was time to get to the real discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re saying all the watchers have disappeared?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, at least according to the reports.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pity. I was hoping they’d be a bit more reckless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it seemed that the Powder Immortal wasn’t entirely incompetent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, after the warning they’d received, if they were still making moves, they should have stepped down from their position long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what about the others?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Hwangbo sent a message. He says the preparations are complete and is waiting for your word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed of progress was satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eagerness of Lord Hwangbo to assume the long-coveted position as head of one of the Four Great Clans was evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That desire made him easy to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell him to wait a bit longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were less than ten days left. To ensure everything aligned perfectly, waiting for the right moment was crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The most important piece isn’t ready yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon thought it was about time for news to arrive when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, and one more thing… Lord Hwangbo sent another message.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon turned his attention to Cheol Ji-seon, noticing the slight hesitation in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak. It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ilryong Leader is escorting a captured martial artist from Hubei. A member of the Demonic Cult who attacked Wudang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheol Ji-seon spoke slowly, and with each word, Gu Yangcheon’s breath grew more measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say his name is Tang Deok.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yangcheon gently set his teacup down, choosing not to take another sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheol Ji-seon’s gaze turned curious, observing Gu Yangcheon’s reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he ask if Gu Yangcheon was alright? Or perhaps inquire about how they might extract Tang Deok?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no, Cheol Ji-seon wouldn’t ask either of those. At least, not the Cheol Ji-seon Gu Yangcheon knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he would ask this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… Yangcheon, was this your doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Cheol Ji-seon’s question, Gu Yangcheon allowed a faint smile to creep onto his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, the man was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had gotten the answer right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>____________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TL Notes: The next 2 chapters will appear today, but later. I need 6-7 hours to settle some things. Hope you are doing well ))\u003C\u002Fp>",2494,"2026-06-05T15:10:16.200Z",1,"novelbin.me","d2ee8fcdb46b2b1ca2b1aa359b2d4fdb66e7273c3d5df58e5a3cd6e0e6a0d9fd","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-716","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-894",974,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchildhood-friend-of-the-zenith-cover.jpg"]