The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 984 - 460: The Elderly, Weak, Sick, and Disabled Squad

Chapter 984: Chapter 460: The Elderly, Weak, Sick, and Disabled Squad

The open-air bar of the Peak City Blue Whale Hotel fell into an eerie silence, with sky-blue flags fluttering in the wind.

Huai Yin sat in a wheelchair with a stern face and couldn’t help but say, "Are you all doing this on purpose?"

"We’ve had too many encounters with the Order World recently, getting injured is inevitable." Jing Ci smiled, this well-dressed man was actually also sitting in a medical wheelchair, with an IV still in his right hand.

It really seemed quite plausible.

"I second that."

Even Netherworld was slumped in a wheelchair, nonchalantly swirling whiskey.

Jiang Yanli adjusted the wheelchair’s backrest, found a relatively comfortable position, and used laughter to cover his embarrassment, saying, "What a coincidence, it seems today isn’t a negotiation but a meeting for patients."

This bizarre scene even startled the hotel lobby manager, and the waiters looked at each other in disbelief.

Only Commander Lu seemed accustomed to it, silently sitting at the end of the long table.

The disciples of Qing and Chi stood clearly divided, positioned on either side of the long table.

"Old Chen, what kind of tradition is this?"

In the shadow of a parasol, Lu Zijin bit an ice pop and mumbled, "It’s a bit eerie."

Chen Bojun stood expressionless by her side, lowered his voice and said, "You’re too young to know, this is the true legacy. These people have grasped the essence; the five of them combined have eight hundred heart eyes. Back then, she used to do the same; it was only after growing older that she restrained a bit due to face-saving."

This group could stir up a storm in the world just by breathing together.

Throughout history, there has been only one person whom they would deem worthy to emulate.

"The President."

Ghost Eye hid within his robe, rasping, "They’re imitating the President."

"Cosplay?"

Xing Yun raised his eyes, feeling he understood: "I get it, I cosplayed Freya before."

Only one young man remained silent, coldly glanced at them, and lowered his voice, saying, "Shut up."

Gu Jianlin looked down, stirring a hot latte in silence, originally thinking today was going to be a strong alliance super union, but unexpectedly it turned out to be an assembly of the old, weak, sick, and disabled. However, he couldn’t comment, not because the ones present were all predecessors of the same lineage, but because he, too, was sitting in a wheelchair.

Heh, fancy that, everyone ended up in the same situation.

The oppressive silence continued for about ten minutes.

Jiang Yanli was the first to break the silence, smiling as he said, "Dear senior, I’ve missed you so much over these years, even dreamt of worshiping at your grave. Tell me, why didn’t the Heaven’s Punishment Meteor crush you to death?"

The first half of the sentence was normal, but the second half turned sour.

Huai Yin waved his hand, sneering, "I don’t know either, I’ve grown tired of living after so many years. I thought I’d let the Heaven’s Punishment Meteor crush me to death, who knew it was just for show. The person who designed it was thought to be a brilliant genius, but it turns out to be nothing more than a mediocrity."

"Indeed, it’s a pity someone still collaborates with mediocrities, truly pitiful."

"Yes, and what if I can’t manage them?"

"With your old bones, don’t end up in the ICU tomorrow, okay?"

"Even if I’m old, I can still sew your foul mouth shut."

In the eyes of the world, Qing and Chi were mighty and terrifying beings, who initiated the world’s transformation, concluding the human civilization’s Golden Age with absolute authority, leaving their mark in the river of history.

One would think they’re extremely mysterious and profound fearsome beings.

Yet no one expected, after two hundred years, their reunion would look like this.

Like elementary school kids quarreling, back and forth, giving no ground.

It even appeared a bit childish.

Gu Jianlin felt it, the sea tide surging to the sky from afar, clouds surging up and down in waves.

In the deepest part of the mist seemed to reflect two diametrically opposed terrifying faces, silently roaring with rage.

Jing Ci turned a blind eye to this, leisurely drinking and watching the drama.

Netherworld had no intention of intervening either, his gaze even seemed to wish the two would hurry up and fight.

"You can drop it. If it weren’t for the successor I have my eye on, I wouldn’t bother cooperating with you."

Jiang Yanli speared a piece of watermelon with a fork, taunting, "Who can tolerate your temper?"

"Bullshit."

Huai Yin blew his beard and glared, "Since when did he become your successor? He’s my student."

"You’re the one talking bullshit. This was clearly a successor I had my eyes on first, it’s just a pity I was still asleep in the coffin, my avatar had no power, otherwise how would I let you get in first? My layout was clearly better, I even had my two nieces by his side for him to choose from, talking about closeness, they’re my family."

"What use is there in saying this now, just Monday morning quarterbacking."

"Doesn’t matter, you’ll die before me anyway. When you’re gone, won’t your student still be mine? Eh, why does this sound like something out of a Ying Province cuckold story? Tsk, I’m such a pervert."

"Heh, then why don’t I just kill you now?"

As Qing and Chi’s speech sped up, it sounded like an incantation echoing in their ears.

No one expected Qing and Chi to start arguing right upon meeting.

The quarrel’s subject was snatching students.

To those on Qing’s side, they had long been accustomed to this, not surprising at all.