Chapter 391: Senior Brother

The figure behind the walkie-talkie fell completely silent.

At this moment, he realized how ridiculous his attempt to threaten the other party with [Heart 6] was... Not to mention whether [Heart 6] had really destroyed the Aurora Domain, the three words "Twilight Society" alone already stood in opposition to all human domains!

The threat from the lonely Red Dust Domain was no different from a wisp of fine gauze drifting in the wind in the eyes of the other party.

But at this moment, what he cared about more was the fact that the "Twilight Society" had appeared in the Red Dust Domain itself.

His voice was a bit hoarse:

"So, you intend to turn the Red Dust Domain into the next Aurora Domain?"

One had to know that the appearance of the Twilight Society usually meant that a domain was about to perish, and the Red King appearing here in person was practically equivalent to the King of Hell arriving in person, just short of holding the Book of Life and Death and registering them in advance... If this news got out, the entire Red Dust Main City would probably fall into chaos.

The beautiful youth chuckled and answered with two words casually:

"Guess?"

*Snap—*

The walkie-talkie in his hand was instantly crushed into fragments!

The voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie also stopped abruptly amidst a burst of electrical noise... The communication between the Twilight Society and the Red Dust Domain ended here.

The Eldest Senior Brother on the side smiled helplessly. "Master, isn't it a bit bad to scare them like that?"

"Yeah, now those painters must be nervous to death... I guess they won't be able to sleep well for a few months." End Role also chimed in. "Maybe they'll even have to get up in the middle of the night to patrol."

The beautiful youth spread his hands and said innocently:

"What does that have to do with me?"

As the rain clouds gradually dispersed and the twilight shone on the stage, Chen Ling finally saw the other three figures clearly.

End Role was the same as before, looking completely unremarkable, plain and simple;

The person to his left was still wearing white; it was the Eldest Senior Brother who had just played Gao Chong. Although he had removed his makeup, he had a sense of detachment like clear water, his white clothes and ribbons dancing in the wind;

The person on the right was tall, but not bloated. Just standing there, he exuded a faint sense of dominance, making people feel he was hard to approach;

"It's better if the Red Dust Domain is in chaos." The Third Senior Brother said in a deep voice. "The more their vision and hearing are confused, the more convenient it will be for our actions... Master's move is quite profound."

"Look, Third Brother understands me!" The beautiful youth clapped his hands and laughed.

The Eldest Senior Brother was thoughtful:

"But now that our whereabouts are exposed, if we don't leave, the major domains will probably send people over in a while... Master, are we going to fight?"

"Fight? Fight what? Do you have energy with nowhere to use it? What if you damage the stage chairs?"

The beautiful youth snorted coldly and waved his hand. "Hurry up and pack up! Be quick, don't leave a single stool behind!"

As soon as this was said, the other three immediately took action, skillfully starting to dismantle the stage and pack the props. The stage that had been perfectly fine a few minutes ago was now like being swept by a storm, quickly folding up and disappearing.

As for the beautiful youth himself, he walked slowly to the side, lay down on a rocking chair, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Everyone was busy, except for Chen Ling, who stood alone beneath the stage in his red robe, at a loss.

Chen Ling was still immersed in shock, feeling that everything before him had a sense of unreality. Watching the senior brothers skillfully packing things on the stage, he didn't know what to do, like an outsider who didn't fit in.

Just then, a figure carrying props walked to Chen Ling's side.

"Little Junior Brother." A gentle voice rang out.

Chen Ling turned to look; it was End Role, whom he had met before. His gaze toward Chen Ling was the same as it had been at the Star Chamber of Commerce—gentle and inclusive.

"End Role Sen..." Before he could finish the word "Senior," Chen Ling paused and changed it:

"Fourth Senior Brother."

The smile on End Role's face grew richer. He patted Chen Ling on the shoulder. "Little Junior Brother, go help pack the chairs."

Chen Ling was startled, a gleam of spirit appearing in his eyes, and he nodded immediately:

"Okay."

Chen Ling moved immediately, packing up all the chairs in the two rows beneath the stage. Fortunately, these chairs were foldable, and with his strength, he could easily pack them all at once.

Just as he was packing the last chair, he saw Li Qingshan still sitting there motionless, his expression somewhat subtle.

"What about him?"

"Don't worry about him." A voice came leisurely from the side; it was the beautiful youth in the rocking chair. "This kid has good talent. The longer he stays in enlightenment now, the better it will be for him later... Let him stay by himself."

"Aren't we taking him back to the Ancient Collection of the Drama Path?" Chen Ling was a bit confused. He thought Li Qingshan had also received an invitation letter, which meant the Ancient Collection of the Drama Path valued him highly.

The beautiful youth glanced at him and said faintly:

"If I accepted every good seedling I saw as a disciple, I would be too casual... The Ancient Collection of the Drama Path cannot accommodate so many people. If nothing goes wrong, you will be my last disciple.

Let him gain experience in the Red Dust... This is also a good thing for him."

A flash of surprise crossed Chen Ling's eyes, but he nodded, not disturbing Li Qingshan, and carried the chairs away.

"Wait!"

The master's voice rang out again.

Chen Ling stopped instinctively and looked back.

"Number Six, what did I say?" The beautiful youth pointed at Li Qingshan, his expression extremely serious. "Not a single stool can be left behind!"

Chen Ling: ...

Chen Ling walked back to Li Qingshan's side, silently said sorry in his heart, and pulled the chair from beneath him with force!

Li Qingshan fell onto the ground with a thud, looking a bit dazed, but he still hadn't come back to his senses from his state of meditation.

At the same time, the other senior brothers had basically finished packing, each carrying a large pile of things, ready to go.

The beautiful youth scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that nothing had been left behind, he waved his hand with satisfaction:

"Let's go home!"

Several people carried their bags and walked straight toward the edge of Liu Town.

As the invisible curtain dissipated, on the empty wasteland, only Li Qingshan remained sitting in a small dirt pit, gradually disappearing from view.

By the time Chen Ling and the others had walked far away, Li Qingshan finally woke up as if from a dream, suddenly coming to his senses!

He stared blankly at his palms for a while, then looked around... Deep confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Where's the stage? Where's such a big stage?"

Li Qingshan was bewildered. He clearly remembered that he had been watching the play with Chen Ling just a moment ago. How, in the blink of an eye, was he the only one left? Not even a chair was left!

He shook his head while stumbling to his feet from the dirt pit, muttering to himself:

"What's going on... Was it a dream?"

"No, that's not right..."

Li Qingshan reached into his pocket again, and when he took it out, an invitation letter lay quietly in his palm... Seeing this invitation letter, a flash of brilliance crossed Li Qingshan's eyes.

"Brother Lin... we will meet again."

After an unknown amount of time, he smiled, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction.

A green-clad figure gradually disappeared into the misty Liu Town...