"Tangtang, are you sure about the guy you picked? A 100% interrupt skill? Sounds way too exaggerated to me."

Sitting on a bench, a youth dressed like a ninja wiped a gleaming longsword in his hands. The blade was clear and serene like a still lake, its edge radiating unmatched sharpness.

"I don’t know," the petite girl replied without lifting her head, kicking a stone in the rest area. Her twin tails were tied with red ribbons, and she wore a fluttery combat skirt. "I just chose him on a trial basis. Anyway, you’ve already swiped Dad’s Divine Artifact, and with that B-Class Awakened and others backing us up, this operation should be stable even without a controller." She was the girl who had contacted Feng Ye yesterday.

"Uh… if we don’t need a controller, why did you even post to find someone?" the youth said, exasperated.

"I felt like it, okay?" Tangtang looked up and snorted. "As the future super cute captain who’ll lead her team into the Divine Realm, I naturally need to try assembling a fully-equipped squad now."

"Alright… you win," Lin Chuan said, his lips twitching. He shook his head at his sister’s words. Leading an entire team into the Divine Realm was practically a pipe dream. Even for himself alone, entering it seemed incredibly difficult.

After all, those who could enter the Divine Realm were the top hundred among millions of Awakened.

Even their father—the renowned S-Class Awakened in Haven City—was still a considerable distance from those top hundred. Lin Chuan often heard his father sigh about encounters with Divine Realm experts, all ending in crushing defeat.

Tangtang didn’t notice her brother’s strange expression. She glanced at her wristwatch and muttered, "About time. He should be here by now."

As soon as she finished, a shadow covered the sunlight above her. Tangtang quickly looked up to see a handsome youth standing before her, gazing hesitantly as if wanting to ask something but unsure.

Tangtang instantly realized this was her contact from yesterday. She stepped back a pace and asked curiously, "Are you ‘yefeng01’?"

Feng Ye’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. "That’s right. You must be yesterday’s poster. Nice to meet you—I’m Feng Ye." Seeing astonishment in her eyes, he added, "Not the ‘Ye’ as in night, but the ‘Ye’ as in leaf."

The girl snapped out of it, showing a startled expression. She patted her small, undeveloped chest. "I thought you were actually Lord Night Maple! But wow, what a coincidence—your name sounds exactly the same."

Feng Ye gave a helpless smile. "Yeah, I’ve been mistaken a lot because of my name. Classmates tease me about it too."

The girl walked around him once, then smiled. "Hmm, not bad looking. But you’re still far from my image of Lord Night Maple. I’ll say you barely pass, Mr. Fake Night Maple."

Feng Ye wasn’t put off by her easygoing nature. He smiled slightly, about to speak, when another youth approached—carrying a longsword in a black sheath. His eyes were narrowed, staring with a dangerous aura.

"You’re the one claiming a 100% interrupt skill, right?" the youth asked.

"Uh… that’s me. And you are?" Feng Ye replied, frowning slightly. The guy’s gaze felt uncomfortable.

The girl between them noticed the tension. She turned, saw him squinting at Feng Ye, and exclaimed, "Ah! Idiot brother, did you lose your contacts again? If you can’t see clearly, just put on your glasses properly!"

Feng Ye, "...". What? I thought his gaze was dangerous, but he was just squinting hard because he couldn’t see?

The youth said awkwardly, "Well… I’m not used to contacts. It got squeezed out. Besides, how can I wear glasses with this outfit? It’d look totally out of place!"

"I’ve told you not to cosplay as Heavenly Origin," the girl said disdainfully. "Your aura’s completely different. Even without glasses, you don’t look like him."

"I just got this sword—I need a matching outfit. Otherwise, it’d disrespect Heavenly Origin who left it to us," Lin Chuan said. "Once I buy his latest Forgiveness Set... ah, no, Masked Set, you won’t feel that incongruity."

"Go die! If you dare wear that green outfit, don’t call yourself my brother," she snapped, kicking his calf. Then she turned to Feng Ye apologetically. "Sorry. My idiot brother’s just like that—he loves weird costumes."

"Oh… oh, it’s fine," Feng Ye said. He subtly glanced at the longsword, watching their bickering, and smiled slightly. "You two siblings have a good relationship."

The girl pouted. "Not at all! Stuck with such an idiot brother, he causes endless trouble."

Lin Chuan awkwardly pulled out glasses and put them on. With his outfit, it looked mismatched.

After clearing his throat, he said, "Uh, reintroductions: I’m Lin Chuan. This is my sister, Lin Tang."

"Feng Ye, right? My sister said you have a control skill that 100% interrupts combat skills. Can you show us?"

Lin Chuan didn’t beat around the bush. Since this was pre-agreed, Feng Ye wasn’t surprised. He glanced again at the longsword, nodded, and asked, "No problem. How do you want me to prove it?"

Lin Chuan chuckled. "If you can stop me from unsheathing this sword, I’ll consider you passed. Deal?"

He waved the blade. "Don’t let its unassuming look fool you—this is a powerful Divine Artifact."

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