With no choice but to shrug, Mu Lin looked toward Elder Jiang. "Ah... Since you so desperately want to know the truth, I guess I'll have to reluctantly tell you." His face was the very picture of someone burdened by the utmost inconvenience.
But when someone insists on courting disaster, who is she to stop them?
Next moment, a voice all too familiar to Elder Jiang rang out from beside his ear.
"Five Years have passed, and I hope you will withdraw from the selection next month and do so of your own accord."
This is... His eyes widened unconsciously.
The recording continued.
"Is it that simple?"
"Oh no, I've moved up the selection because I don't fancy longer nights filled with more dreams; what do you think?"
"..."
"Mu Lin!" Standing up abruptly, Elder Jiang's gaze toward Mu Lin looked almost man-eating, "Hand over the recording!"