Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

After Lilly left her house, Alban couldn’t hold himself in the same spot, and walked around the perimeter of the Crawford Manor.

Through the iron gate of the back garden, he could vaguely see the old man of the Crawford family, that is Hugh, practicing some Tai Chi. As Alban was just about to turn around and leave, he stopped suddenly, and stared at the ink bamboo painting behind Hugh.

It was something out of the ordinary!

Alban was astonished by what he saw. The painting glistened in fractured rays under the sunlight. The light rays were like layers of magical haloes, shrouding around Hugh’s body.

Hugh, despite his age, was full of energy and had rosy cheeks. That was not normal for the average old man!

Alban pursed his lips. It seemed like this painting was brought back from the underworld by Lilly.

Other people would be afraid of the underworld, but Alban was not one of them. He realized that the underworld is just another realm that was similar to the one he was in, just in a different style. Where Earth of was short of resources, the underworld was abundant of treasures.

Treasures just like this painting. If he could train under its powers, it would make his life so much easier…

Alban clenched his fists, and felt unhealthy thoughts coming to his head. But after thinking about it, his powers were indeed just so, that Lilly was much stronger than him. It was normal for him to feel inferior to her.

And so, with that thought, Alban left.

Instead, he decided to go to Lilly’s school and wait for her there.

She already knew that he was waiting for her. All he had to do was just to express his sincerity.

Lilly went straight to her teacher’s office after getting to school.

way round, deliberately passing by not far from the

another student inside, paying attention to what

It’s not a

was disgruntled. She thought about how if her family was just as rich, she wouldn’t have had to

Bettany at the Crawford home,

in high school, as compared to Lilly who didn’t

to her classroom, laid her head on the table and started to

by the

weekend, everyone went home and

the exact same thing: stay

up to her worryingly and asked: “What’s wrong, Cheryl? Why are you

sobbed, and said

just feel that I’m really

competition getting ready to leave, and I realized how bad at school

it as soft as she could, everyone around

Sheer silence.

lower grade! All of the participants nationwide are in the third grade

do you want to compare yourself

when we were in third

sisters. I didn’t know that she was

and into Cheryl’s ears. Her eyes became

doing? We’re supposed

out a cold