Chapter 2

Wo Jinfang answered easily, as if this was a question he had studied his whole life for. Knowing the disciples of Liu Bai He Clan, he wouldn't be surprised if that was indeed the case.

"First call for help, as anything below a level four on the risk factor scale is required to have backup. After assistance has arrived, find out information about the ghost, understand what it wants from the girl, as well as its weaknesses. Then, silently infiltrate the building and get the young girl out to save this situation from any casualties. Lastly, terminate the ghost."

Ba Yihan listened to Wo Jinfang's quick and memory-filled speech about what to do with an unsatisfactory look on his face, yet he did not speak when he was not called on. Didn't need another problem on his hands.

Wo Zedong lowered his hand, which was still directed at the disciple, who stood pridefully. He sat onto his blue and gold throne once again, relaxed now that he had finally heard an answer he wanted to hear. His anger seemed to boil down to a light fizz when his own disciple answered correctly. Ba Yihan, on the other hand, couldn't help but see a big problem.

The ghost had virulence energy. Which meant the ghost had died, and sat there for a long period of time to regain energy from resentment. Using that resentment, the ghost rose from the dead to find the girl that created the ghost in the first place. Why would a ghost waste so much time cultivating virulence energy, just to kidnap someone? The time it would take assistance to arrive, either from Liu Bai He Clan or from any other site would be much longer. And ghosts don't torment people. They torment to make sure the people suffer, before killing them ruthlessly. So if death is the way this resurrected story would end for the girl, shouldn't they act urgently?

Yet, Ba Yihan said nothing.

So, the disciple from a sect 'of craftsmanship and swordsmanship' stayed rather silent and Wo Jinfang bowed once to his Shizun before sitting once again at the brown tables all aligned in a row.

Ba Yihan was seated next to a young man that looked absolutely worn like a mother's handkerchief. His eyes looked like they would bleed if kept open for too long. Yet he didn't slouch, and instead looked attentively at Wo Zedong as the elder began to speak again.

"You are all a diverse group of disciples from plains, deserts, and rainforests that all occupy our realm. Yet, I want each and every one of you to remember this. We have made this system for a reason. It is to equally justify all of our actions, as well as to be clear of our ways in ensuring that those who aren't able to protect themselves, are safe and sound. Is that clear?"

The group all sitting below the leader of Liu Bai He Clan yelled out a tough sounding answer.

"YES." They all spoke in unison. It seemed as if they were all inspired by Wo Zedong's voice. All, besides Ba Yihan.

His mind was still focused on the conundrum in his head. Sure, even if the ghost didn't plan on killing the young girl, there was still an awfully obvious problem in the statement of inform and infiltrate. But, Ba Yihan was the only one to see it. He lowered himself back down to his plush white cotton pillow to cushion his bottom.

The person he was sitting with, was one of the many disciples that all seemed inspired by Wo Zedong's speech. Ba Yihan didn't find it that motivating. It didn't cast a flame into Ba Yihan's heart to learn better and become a strong hero to those who needed him.

"Do you have a question, Yihan? You look disappointed by my disciple's answer." Though the words were caring, it was very noticeable that Master Wo, Wo Zedong, meant it to be more than pretentious.

Ba Yihan really, really, didn't want to be the center of attention. That was why he first asked his brother, who was insistent, that he didn't raise his hand. But now look. He's in the center of this mess, which involved the leader of the Liu Bai He Clan.

I don't need to make myself more of a fool, do I? Maybe it would be better if I just asked one of the disciples. There has to be more than just inform and infiltrate!

With his decision set, Ba Yihan finally looked back at Wo Zedong, who was ready for a speedy insult. Not like this disciple was the type of person who would insult someone. Ba Yihan really wasn't a rude person. He simply… slipped up. That was all.

"No." Ba Yihan answered shortly. That was all he planned on saying. There was nothing left to say. No, I was not disappointed by the answer your disciple provided. It's just that… well it doesn't make sense!

When Wo Zedong made a face of pure anger, even the purple beginning to show once again at his neck and crawling up his pulsating veins, Ba Yihan smiled. "I actually believe he gave a great answer. And it very much enlightened me on the process of capturing a threat." Ba Yihan answered stiffly, as did Wo Jinfang earlier.

Surprisingly, Wo Zedong seemed to like that answer a lot. A satisfied smile seemed to show on his face for a brief moment before disappearing once again.

Maybe that was what Wo Zedong, as well as other cultivators, classified as a leaning technique. Scaring the disciples, not that Ba Yihan was scared, into submission. How rude. Instead of training them to think on their own, you are simply blabbing to them, so that they can repeat what you do in battle. But even Ba Yihan knew that it wouldn't end well soon.

The disciple leaned slightly back onto the desk behind him. He rested thanks to the fact that sitting up while listening to the same man talk about convoluted and complicated problems like it was cooking bread got tiring much easier. So a little nap break wouldn't matter. Nap, not even nap. It was practically just him resting his eyes for a bit. Yep… just a bit.

SMACK!!

The sound of a metal object slicing at Ba Yihan's back wasn't loud, but the disciple's body movements were loud enough. Without drawing so much attention it would create another scene, a hand swished to protect only Ba Yihan's clothing, and as a result his back.

The person who had hit him with the metal rod, laughed softly. The man's voice wasn't condescending in the slightest. Which meant it couldn't have been someone from the Liu Bai He Clan.

Ba Yihan tilted his head to the side, using the eye closest to the back of him to look at the person that was abusing him from behind.

It was a young man, about Ba Yihan's age, with very little leeway. His attire was a mint or pastel green at most, with silver accents to fill out the rest of the design. Swirling and curling with only a leather waist belt to hold the fabrics in place. But it seemed to be doing a very good job.

The man had a slight smirk, but he was looking up towards Wo Zedong. If he was actually listening to the man or not, was another thing.