Chapter 68: with translation of chapter title

Jealousy

"Come." Chan Yi was standing and speaking with a woman, noticing Fu Guang's arrival, she turned her head to look at her and said.

"Senior Chan Yi, Senior Yu Ran." This place is the safe zone nearest to Yummengze; for this Yummengze trip, everyone has gathered here.

The woman speaking with Chan Yi happened to have her back to Fu Guang; short hair peeked out from under her hat, she turned her head and looked at Fu Guang.

The woman had a pair of honey-like eyes; looking at people made one feel sweet, but her features were sharp, giving the impression at first glance of someone kind yet aloof, hard to approach.

"Hello, Fu Guang, nice to meet you, I'm Yu Ran." Yu Ran extended her palm, a thin cocoon covering the inside of her fingers.

As they shook hands, the cocoon hardened slightly, scratching the palm with an itchy sensation.

"I haven't yet thanked you in person for the Starship you gave me, Senior Yu Ran; I really like it." Fu Guang said with smiling eyes.

The lovely girl's smiling eyes made Yu Ran's mood brighten. She answered with a smile, "If you like any weapon, just tell me."

Yu Ran raised her eyebrows, showing a knowing expression.

"Yu Ran is the foremost smith inside the White Tower; if you have good materials, go to her and pay the White Tower's internal price." Chan Yi added from the side; Fu Guang had only been at the White Tower a short time, and she didn't know if anyone had told her this.

Fu Guang nodded, "How convenient; I just recently obtained a piece of Meteorite Essence and wanted to make a secondary weapon—may I?"

The blond-haired girl before them blinked her eyes, looking extremely well-behaved.

Yu Ran staggered upon hearing it, "Meteorite Essence"—her fingertip twitched involuntarily, she lowered her brows and whispered, "So the military took it away?"

She then lifted her head to look at Fu Guang, "No smith has never heard of the famed Meteorite Essence."

Her voice sounded a bit tight when listened closely, then quickly returned to normal, making one think they'd misheard. "I haven't seen it yet, so I can't promise anything. If you trust me, may I borrow it to examine for a while?"

Yu Ran seemed to mention it only in passing, as if Fu Guang's refusal wouldn't matter much.

"Let me just have a White Tower messenger run a trip back later." Fu Guang agreed; this stone was temporarily useless in her hands,

she didn't know how to smith, and finding someone would take time as well.

As for Yu Ran herself, if even the White Tower's ruler, one of the two great powers, couldn't be trusted, she might as well pack up and run; why bother dealing with those who change orders day to day?

While they were talking, many Sentinels entered the safe zone; Lan Qing's gaze fixed on the three guides conversing, one of whom gave him a very familiar feeling.

From his position, he could only see the shortest guide, with a golden crown of head.

His gaze was somewhat inquisitive, wanting to see what the blond little dwarf looked like; he felt a bit restless, but the S-rank guide's returning stare made his behavior slightly restrained.

He grew impatient; Chan Yi and Yu Ran, the two S-rank guides, completely blocked the little dwarf, leaving no gap.

His nails tended to lengthen; he bit his itchy fangs, restraining his urge to step forward. As a military Sentinel, he couldn't openly offend the guide.

Lan Qing endured, even though he couldn't clearly see the face or figure, he recognized this as the person from his dream.

His, this is his!

Inside his mind, clamor rose, and his blood surged uncontrollably.

A cold gaze fell upon him; Lan Qing met it and discovered someone who shouldn't be here.

Xiguang? He isn't the executive director? Why is he here?

Lan Qing's gaze locked; he saw beneath Xiguang's jade-colored mask, half-hidden, a guide mark like blue droplets.

A surge of anger from nowhere swept over his emotions; the fin-like ears on the sides of his face involuntarily elongated, and his originally round pupils stretched.

Fu Guang sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar spiritual fluctuation, looked around, and actually saw the generous, kind-hearted fish among the military Sentinels nearby.

The kind-hearted fish's condition was clearly off, and the water-system Sentinels around him were all bristling with aggression, though their emotional fluctuations weren't as intense as his.

Her gaze swept over to Xiguang as well; his spiritual fluctuation was normal, and even if his expression couldn't be seen, it remained as cold as ever.

"Enemy?" Fu Guang asked Xiguang via the mental channel.

Xiguang thought, "In the past I haven't had much contact with Lan Qing." "I'm not sure." However, his job inevitably offends people; perhaps Lan Qing just sees it that way.

Lan Qing stared intently at Xiguang's every move; noticing his gaze shift, he followed it and saw the girl who had turned around at some point, looking at him expressionlessly.

Thud!

His slowly beating heart suddenly jumped, letting out a tremendous roar inside his chest; everything before him seemed to lose color, only the girl coldly gazing at him.

No, don't look at him like that.

Lan Qing's halted thoughts drifted over such a sentence; his eye sockets felt a bit sore, his ear fins twitched, and he felt wronged.

His gaze instantly shifted to the silver-haired Sentinel connected to the girl.

Kill him! Kill him!

Like a flood, his emotions engulfed him; he only wanted to kill the Sentinel who had captured the girl's gaze, kill him!

"What's wrong with him?" the girl's clear voice made him stop his actions; he couldn't help but focus all his mind to hear her words.

"Just jealousy acting up." Chan Yi glanced over indifferently, leaning slightly, placing both hands on Fu Guang's shoulders.

The dark-haired Sentinel, whose hair color resembled deep sea, had a killing intent in his gaze, which followed the hand resting on Fu Guang's shoulder upward.

Chan Yi snorted, a warm breath brushed past, lifting Fu Guang's sideburns, "Look, this is a beast."

"Love at first sight?" Fu Guang pondered; aside from that accident, she had never met the kind-hearted fish a second time.

The girl's words were so rational they seemed inhuman; she coldly watched admirers go mad, yet still sought the cause.

However, Chan Yi liked Fu Guang's personality this way, so she wouldn't be swayed by small favors.

"Maybe?" Chan Yi raised an eyebrow, asking the girl, "What do you feel toward him?"

Chan Yi recalled that among a few guides and Sentinels, there exists a natural attraction, depending on various factors, simply called genetic infatuation; such a guide and Sentinel pairing is insoluble—either they are lovers or they are lovers.

But now it appears to be one-sided.

Fu Guang pondered for a moment, then replied seriously, "I have some fondness, but not much."

When absorbing Xiguang's spiritual power, it felt like being pricked all over; compared to that, who wouldn't like the kind-hearted fish that can easily absorb spiritual power?

Lan Qing's perpetually upright ears, upon hearing the words "some fondness, but not much," felt like suddenly hitting an iceberg in the deep sea while swiftly turning, leaving him dazed and swollen-headed.

He looked at the girl in disbelief, his blue eyes trembling the same as hers, as if struck hard.