The Amazing son in law Chapter 7077
At this moment, Sara is in the process of closing her dojo.
Her dojo is situated deep within the Antarctic island, over 300 meters beneath sea level, encircled by icy rocks. Sara chose this remote location for a base related to a broken meeting for two main reasons: it offers a higher level of concealment and safety, while also providing an environment that is conducive to repairs.
In recent years, Sara has rarely closed her dojo for extended periods. When she does, the duration is typically brief, ranging from a few days to a few months. This is in stark contrast to the three elders, whose closures last for years at a time.
Her shorter closures are not due to concerns about losing control over the clearing meeting’s development; rather, as she ages, she finds it increasingly challenging to immerse herself in her practice. A significant portion of her time has passed—80%—and she has yet to discover a Dan that can lead to a thousand transformations back to Dan. The remaining time feels fleeting, akin to a hundred years, but if truly devoted to cultivation, it can seem to vanish in an instant.
As Sara ages, she becomes more acutely aware that life often aligns with the concept of energy perseverance.
Even though monks may live for centuries, they often lack a deeper understanding of the world and the ability to genuinely enjoy life, compared to an ordinary person who passes away at the age of sixty or seventy, or sometimes even less.
Over the past four hundred years, she has dedicated at least three hundred of those years to her practice. The rest of her time has either been spent searching for Lin Waner (Alani) or developing the clearing meeting, leaving her with almost no moments to savor life.
Looking back, the most cherished time in her life was the period spent intentionally practicing on the 100,000 mountains alongside Brother Lin Kailu.
During that time, Shi Zun Meng Changsheng (Willie) rarely inquired about their progress. After a few days of closure, he would take half an hour to evaluate their advancements, offering a few pointers before retreating for several days.
This allowed for a near-isolated two-person world.
Sara relished the contrast between the chaos of the outside world and the serene happiness she felt with her beloved, amplifying her joy.
Moreover, the refined experiences brought her immense anticipation and excitement, akin to a powerful boost to her happiness.
However, that beautiful feeling shattered at the moment her sword was plunged, leaving her life devoid of joy, with only distorted desires remaining.
As Sara closes the gate now, she is not focusing on cultivation; instead, she seeks to calm her mind and contemplate her next life plan.
Four hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and she understands that she has entered the twilight of her life. She had once hoped to achieve a thousand transformations back to Dan and then extend her life for another five hundred years. However, her last visit to the 100,000 mountains made her realize that Shi Zun Meng had lived without experiencing true death, likely just a small maneuver within a larger game orchestrated by Shi Zun.
Thus, her hope for an additional five hundred years appears increasingly dim.
She has struggled to comprehend that Shi Zun has been dormant in the 100,000 mountains for four centuries.
As she wrestled with her thoughts, she sensed someone approaching from above, several hundred meters deep into the dojo—Jadiel had arrived.
Jadiel stood at the thick stone door above the dojo.
Crossing the stone gate is considered the first trial in Sara’s dojo.
Beyond the stone gate lies Sara’s protective formation, followed by a well that plunges over two hundred meters deep. At the bottom of this well is another stone door, behind which Sara conducts her closures for repair.
Jadiel paused before the first stone gate and respectfully called out, “British Lord, there is something important to report!”
Sara’s brows furrowed as she quickly rose to leave the dojo. The heavy stone door was effortlessly pushed aside by her aura, allowing her to stand at the base of the well. With a focused thought, she ascended rapidly to the wellhead.
Moments later, the stone door above swung open, and Sara emerged, her gaze falling on a visibly anxious Jadiel. “What has happened?” she asked coldly.
Jadiel steeled himself, his tone weighted with urgency. “British Lord, the book has summoned us. There has been an incident in Morocco—all… is ruined…”
Sara’s expression turned to shock: “Morocco?!”