Chapter 278 Argument (Part One)


    It was much easier for Zen to deal with the remaining blue Murlocs once he had mastered the trick of


    raising his speed through vibrations.


    After shuttling a few more times, he killed the remaining five of them.


    As the flying knife glided back into his hands, Zen continued to swim in theke quietly. He looked


    down into its depth contemtively. Without wasting another breath, Zen dived in.


    He seemed to have forgotten that his reserve time was almost up.


    "He killed each of the six blue Murlocs..." the steward mumbled grimly, seated on the stone bench next


    to the shores of the Lake of the Magical Fish. His face had turned dull in the state of shock.


    On the other hand, Roger was mostly calm when he saw what happened.


    He had gone for training once he returned from the south. Now that he was confident that he had


    greatly improved in his skills and strength, he came to the Lake of the Magical Fish for further practice.


    When fully prepped, he could only dive in about seventy meters deep into the water. He knew there


    were many more blue Murlocs in thekebed. He couldn''t fight so many of them at once.


    However, Zen, on his first go itself, dived deeper than even Roger could. He even killed six blue


    Murlocs! Roger didn''t know what to make of Zen. The only word he could think of to describe him was


    ''extraordinary''.


    There was no feeling of frustration in Roger''s heart, even though Zen had clearly rattled quite a few of


    the others. He was good friends with Zen, and thetter hade to owe him a favor back when they


    were in the south.


    Looking at the speed of his cultivation, Roger was sure his friend would be a man of great power.


    He thought of what Zen had promised him in the south, and figured that he woulde to the Meng


    family''s aid in the future.


    The better Zen performed, the higher Roger''s expectations would be with regard to him.


    Just then, a group of people walked up to the te.


    There were about seven or eight of them, all dressed in jet-ck robes, indicating that they were inner


    disciples.


    Truth be told, almost all disciples who came to the Lake of the Magical Fish were inner disciples, most


    born and brought up in the noble ns.


    Outer disciples were not powerful enough to dive down theke at all, and there were only a few inner


    ones who could afford the points to practice in the Lake of the Magical Fish.


    "Cao, is there anybody in the Lake of the Magical Fish currently?" asked one of the disciples from a


    distance.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    The steward''sst name was Cao, so everyone referred to him as that.


    As soon as he saw the inner disciple, steward Cao got up and greeted them with a smile. "Hello, Bob.


    There is still a disciple in the Lake of the Magical Fish. He has it reserved for two hours. He should


    come out anytime soon."


    Bob Pei? Roger, who sat on the bench next to where they stood, frowned as he heard the name.


    The top seven noble ns always schemed against each other. They were well-versed in backstabbing


    and betrayal.


    But no matter how fierce their secret battles were with each other, they pretended that all was good on


    the surface, never revealing their venomous thoughts.


    Besides, the Pei family and the Meng family had always loathed each other.


    This man, Bob, was a direct descendant of the Pei n. He had the same status as Roger. However,


    Bob was several years older than Roger, so he was undoubtedly stronger too. He had already reached


    the nature level consummation, which was only one step away from the Illuminating Soul Realm.


    Presumably, Bob had been making the best use of his timetely. Roger was sure that Bob was ardent


    in his endeavor to reach the Illuminating Soul Realm.


    Despite the friction between the two families and Bob''s obvious strength, Roger didn''t feel threatened


    on seeing him. With an expressionless face, he sat silently by himself, avoiding Bob as if he hadn''t


    noticed his arrival at all.


    The young man named Bob Pei walked toward steward Cao, his footsteps hitting the ground with force.


    He stared at the magic array te in the steward''s hands. "How much longer would it take?"


    "Bob, the disciple went into the Lake of the Magical Fish at two o''clock. He reserved it only for two


    hours, so he shoulde out at four. Look, the clock says the time is nearly up. He should be out


    soon," steward Cao replied politely, respect for Bob evident in his voice.


    He was deferential toward Bob only because many elders of the Pei n upied important positions


    in the Cloud Sect. One of them was a superior he answered to. Cao needed to be in the good books of


    Pei n if he hoped to get a promotion in the future.


    ncing at the clock, Bob huffed, "Time is already up. Call him out now!"


    "Bob, please wait for some time. You only need to stand by for fifteen more minutes," steward Cao tried


    to persuade him. He knew Bob was an impatient man, but he couldn''t pull Zen out of theke right now


    when the boy was obviously training.


    At the steward''s words, Bod nodded and asked the group behind him to take seats.


    After a while, steward Cao looked at the magic array te and murmured, his brows drawn together,


    "Time is almost up. Why hasn''t Zene out yet?"


    Roger glimpsed at the magic array te and found that Zen was still underwater. He had encountered


    a few Murlocs, then it seemed he dived more than ny meters into the depths. Did the boy have a


    limit at all? The pressure of the waves was very high at that kind of distance downward.


    If Zen hadn''t been exceptional, he would have been ttened into a meat pie by the intense pressure.


    It was difficult for even a nature creature to fight the indomitable pressure faced down at ny meters,


    but Zen looked like he strove to dive even deeper.


    Roger was eager to know how much more Zen could get to. "Perhaps he wants to test how deep he


    can go!" he eximed.


    "But the time is up, and there are some others waiting here..." steward Cao retorted in an anxious


    voice.


    As a steward of the Cloud Sect, he had a good eye.


    He knew well about Zen''s potential, whose performance at the Lake of the Magical Fish was


    exceptional and rare amidst the talents at the Cloud Sect. With time, Zen would only get better. He was


    a boy to watch out for, as he would certainly rise through the ranks in the future. Cao was aware that


    soon he would need to curry favor with Zen.