Han Qianling's eyelids twitched, as if Luo Cang's murderous intent, which was as tangible as it was, aroused some reaction.
Something invisible to the naked eye, something that only the most subtle senses could detect, rose from Han Qianling. After realizing what it was, Luo Cang's originally icy anger could not help but subside.
"From the first moment I saw you, I felt something was wrong." Luo Cang studied the young man in front of him. "...You have a heart full of rage. Are you 'Angry Son'?"
A hint of surprise finally appeared on Han Qianling's face, which was as still as a mountain.
He didn't confirm Luo Cang's guess, but he didn't deny it either. After a moment of adjustment, he said calmly and politely, "If you think so, then so be it."
The two words "Nuzi" had some kind of magical power, which not only made Luo Cang restrain his previously undisguised murderous intent, but also even made the anger he had towards the alien species disappear from his eyes.
After a moment, a hint of fatigue appeared between Luo Cang's eyebrows.
"You've grown up under my watch, yet I only noticed something strange today. It's clear that all these years of seclusion have ruined not only my legs but also my martial arts." Luo Cang laughed self-deprecatingly, but his expression softened for some reason, as if he were asking Han Qianling, or perhaps talking to himself, "What does it feel like to be burned by unbearable anger every day?"
"It's innate, and I can't shake it off, no matter how much I gnashed my teeth and tore my heart apart." Han Qianling answered the question calmly and composedly, his expression not losing its composure. "Senior, you probably understand the taste of the most venomous hatred."
After these words were spoken, Luo Cang remained silent for a long time.
It wasn't until a bird flew away with a loud cry not far away that Luo Cang's thoughts seemed to be pulled back to his body. He spoke to Han Qianling in a less cold tone than before: "What does my disciple mean to you?"
Han Qianling, who had always been calm and composed, was stunned for a moment before answering in a low and slow voice, "He is color, he is hope."
He was an unexpected ray of light that struck into the endless chaos.
Luo Cang nodded.
Somehow, the atmosphere between these two men, who had the greatest influence on Luo Jiujiang and had always been at odds with him, seemed to be smoothed over by some strange presence. Although their expressions showed that they still disliked each other, the tension between them had slowly subsided.
"Are you here to look for Jiujiang?"
"Yes." Han Qianling said politely, "He didn't come home last night, which is very unusual. I went to visit the Luo clan leader this morning and learned that Jiujiang was fortunate enough to receive the senior's guidance, so I came here to wait for him."
"Yeah." Luo Cang ignored him, but suddenly remembered something, "Your 'Seven Islands Competition' starts in seven days, right? He probably won't have much free time these days. If necessary, you can draw an opponent for him."
"Why bother telling me about Jiujiang? I've already drawn the lots for him." Han Qianling smiled faintly. "Jiujiang's first match will be against Miss Han Zhouqi from the Han family on Pearl Island. Please tell me."
"Let's wait until he comes out of seclusion." Luo Cang glanced at Han Qianling's face, "I want to keep him for a few more days, you should go back and stop blocking my door."
"Senior, you have a kind nature and will not hold it against me." Han Qianling said calmly, "I came here to wait for Jiujiang, not to look for him. Of course, I have to wait for him to come out. I dare not block the senior's door. The shade of these large trees outside the garden is enough for me."
Luo Cang hummed in response. He turned his wheelchair and ignored Han Qianling, who had come to visit Beixue Garden early in the morning, allowing him to set up camp outside the garden and settle down.
Just as the gate of Beixue Garden was about to close, Han Qianling suddenly said, "Senior, please stay."
Luo Cang tilted his head slightly.
"I may be a little knowledgeable, but I know that with your cultivation, even if you were in the Four Realms, you would be a great figure who could call the wind and rain and shake the heavens and the earth. Please don't torment yourself."
Luo Cang narrowed his eyes and turned his head, only to see Han Qianling standing in front of the door with a calm expression. "After all, the chaos in my heart can't be cleared away by just any visitor. Senior, your acumen should be among the top ten in the world. How can you say 'nurturing a useless person'?"
Luo Cang's sharp gaze lingered on Han Qianling's face for a moment. Han Qianling looked back at him calmly, his eyes calm and self-possessed.
A moment later, the gate of Beixue Garden closed.
Han Qianling picked a flower tree and sat cross-legged. Before entering into meditation, he did not forget to stroke the Buddhist beads that he had wrapped around his wrist three times.
He doesn't like to tell lies. The man just now is one of the top ten in the world in terms of sharpness.
...Although he guessed wrong about his own identity in the end.
Moreover, the opponent's cultivation, physical strength and alertness are all kept at the peak state. The word "nurturing and wasting" is undoubtedly a big joke.
——So if he really feels lonely and melancholy, it is not because he is useless, but because he is old.
The heart is old.
Dong Shuangyu tucked his hands into his sleeves, exhaled as if he was afraid of the cold, and then said slowly: "They are all extraordinary and equally talented people."
Yue Qinghui didn't let him dismiss him with a single word. He smiled and hugged Dong Shuangyu's shoulders, constantly bumping his shoulders against Dong Shuangyu's back: "What's unusual about it? I know you have a way of judging people. Tell me about it."
Dong Shuangyu raised his eyes and sighed as if he was helpless about Yue Qinghui.
"Let's start with Mr. Han. You and I changed topics at least ten times in our casual conversation, and he not only kept up with them all, but he also understood them quite well. He's definitely not just an amateur trying to show off."
"I never thought Han Qianling could be so insightful." Yue Qinghui rubbed his chin and smiled with a hint of surprise. "He used to be by Jiujiang's side, very quiet and taciturn. The only thing that attracted people's attention was his exceptionally high cultivation level. It turns out he is such a wonderful person."
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