Chapter 136: The Large Fluttering Moth - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

## Chapter 136: The Large Fluttering Moth "Say that again?" A frigid tone, laced with boundless darkness, rushed forward like a tidal wave. Luo Cong An was unafraid. Instead, she smiled and voluntarily stepped towards the darkness. With a gentle lift of her longsword, the sword aura danced wildly. A bright line of fire kindled at the sword’s tip, slicing through the encroaching black fog like a sword of truth, dispersing it effortlessly. The momentum of the sword aura was unrelenting, gouging deep trenches into the ground. The trenches weren’t particularly large, but this effortless response was enough to showcase Luo Cong An’s formidable power. She hovered slightly in the air, at a position slightly higher than Eileen. Thus, she was able to look down with an overlooking gaze. Word by word, she reiterated, "Now, I am his fiancée." Indeed, with her intentions long exposed, her aspiration to be the rebellious disciple meant she had no inclination to conceal her motives anymore. Moreover, from the moment she first reunited with him, the impression left on him was probably beyond any concealment. After she finished speaking, the large fluttering moth before her seemed to be infuriated to laughter by her words. The woman in a black dress raised an eyebrow and, exasperatedly yet mockingly, said, "Do you hear yourself?" "You still know he's your teacher?!" Luo Cong An remained indifferent, calmly responding, "That's a matter between him and me, and has nothing to do with you, you large fluttering moth." What… what? A large fluttering moth? Eileen's delicate face visibly twitched, with several veins popping out in irritation. Unable to contain her frustration, she shook the boy in her arms, her tone rife with blame. "Father, say something!" Chen An stirred but only managed to produce some unintelligible mumblings. Eileen paused, realizing in her agitation that she had buried the boy's head against her chest. Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't. She quickly adjusted herself, allowing Chen An to finally breathe in fresh air. Of course, even a bit more suffocation wouldn't have been too harmful for him, the noble priest. He frowned slightly, ignoring Eileen's lapse in etiquette, and gently said, "Eileen, please put me down." His tone was gentle; with Luo Cong An as a precedent, he was now handling things with more experience. However, Eileen was not as obedient as he had hoped. If it were Selena here, she might have complied, but it was Eileen standing before him. Her rebellious nature was evident since childhood. Not only did she not release him, but she held him even tighter. Looking steadily at the boy, she asked, "Father, is what she says true?" "Is she truly your... wife?" By the end, Eileen seemed to regain her composure, speaking in a calm tone, as if it were just a regular question. Chen An immediately denied it. "Of course not." He turned his head to look at Luo Cong An, giving a slight shake to urge her not to act rashly. He said, "Cong An, stop fooling around." To be honest, even Chen An was bewildered by how things had escalated to this point. His initial thought was merely to enjoy a peaceful life dedicated to himself. But it seemed fate had played a colossal joke on him. Echoing that age-old axiom, one never knows which will come first—tomorrow or the unexpected. Chen An's words reached Luo Cong An’s ears. Her eyes flickered, and she slightly parted her lips, as if intending to say something. Yet, she held back, remaining silent, simply blocking the path. She didn’t wish to meddle in too many affairs nor concern herself with the exact relationship between this large fluttering moth and him. Her sole thought: she could not simply watch as he left her again. An intangible aura extended across the air. The atmosphere suspended in a temporary stillness. Everyone fell silent, unwilling to be the first to speak. Eventually, Chen An broke the silence, saying, "Eileen, listen." This time, his tone became slightly more stern. Eileen bit her lip, her expression a whirlwind of emotions. Ultimately, after some internal deliberation, she chose to temporarily concede. In her current state, she was only a projection, with less than a tenth of the divine power at her disposal, also restrained by the laws of this world. Attempting to forcibly take the Father away wouldn’t be wise. Furthermore, it was mainly that claimed-student of the Father, this wild woman, who was difficult to fathom. Were she in full force, she wouldn’t spare this ant a second glance. But as things stood, defeating her seemed uncertain… For now, she would bide her time! When the constraints of this world ease and her true form can descend. She’d let this wild woman learn the true meaning of cruelty! At that time, binding her to a cross for judgment was inevitable! Daring to disrupt the reunion between her and the Father. Having resolved her thoughts, Eileen suddenly smiled radiantly. She retracted the dark wings behind her, gracefully descending from the air. She placed the boy gently on the ground, no longer holding him, but grasped one of his hands instead. Her grip was firm, very firm. Assuming a docile expression, she murmured softly. "Father, how could Eileen not listen to you…" "After all, I’m not some woman who obsesses over her teacher." Nearby, as Luo Cong An landed on the ground, her eyelid twitched. Her hand gripping the longsword trembled slightly. Hard, her fists were hard. However, recalling he was still in her clutches, she too opted for temporary relinquishment. Inwardly, she vowed to one day dismantle the wings of this large fluttering moth entirely! Both clung to the same thoughts, their gazes collided in the air before they scoffed and turned away in mutual understanding. Amidst this tension thick with an explosive undertone, were it not for Chen An acting as the lubricating agent, real confrontation might have already ensued. Back on solid ground, feeling the reassuring sensation beneath his feet, Chen An took a deep breath. He pondered for a moment, first addressing Eileen at his side. "Come with me, there are still things I want to discuss with you." With that, he turned to look at Luo Cong An. Clad in familiar, neat Daoist robes, her hair cascading smoothly like a waterfall down her shoulders. Her tall stature coupled with her unusual red pupils made her particularly striking just standing there. When he glanced her way, she slightly lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. Chen An spoke, "Cong An, please wait here for a moment." Even between the two, the boy’s demeanor remained largely composed, unfazed. He consistently maintained an air of calm detachment, holding the dominant position in this situation. Of course, that was under the assumption that neither side resorted to violence. Luo Cong An remained silent, neither agreeing nor denying. "Give me some time." The boy spoke again in his plain tone. This time, Luo Cong An bowed her head, concealing her expression from view. That robed figure, turned around. (End of Chapter)