Zhou Mu was naturally aware of the various scrutinizing gazes around him, but he didn't take them to heart and went inside with Lu Shan in a nonchalant manner.
Those who had lost sight of the others came to their senses. At this moment, there were fewer people, who had naturally gone back to report the news.
The fact that Wentian Tower is related to the forces left over from Zhongzhou is quite shocking.
As Wentian Tower's reputation grew, more and more people came to visit, but Zhou Mu turned them all away, not even letting them touch the threshold.
Feeling annoyed, he decided to end it all by creating a barrier that kept everyone outside.
At this moment, Zhou Mu, having lost his goal, felt somewhat lost.
Lu Shan sat to the side, quietly watching Zhou Mu. He suddenly felt that this guy's profile was sharp and angular, with a touch of coldness.
After watching for a while, he looked out the window and saw that the area outside was already packed with people.
He was momentarily dazed.
Just a few days ago, this place was a godforsaken place, sparsely populated, and it was a rare sight to see anyone.
If you didn't specifically come here, almost no one would think there was an attic here.
The plaque above the door reads "Wentianlou Pavilion".
Just a few days ago, this was something that was not well-known, or even insignificant.
But now, almost all the forces in the Desolate Heaven Domain have taken notice of this place. No one is foolish enough to think that Wentian Tower, which can destroy a first-class force like Cangyu Holy Land with ease, is a minor character.
"When do you think these people will leave?"
Lu Shan watched for a while, then turned to look at Zhou Mu.
Zhou Mu was still in a daze when he heard the question. He then came to his senses, forced a smile, and said, "I don't care about them. I have nothing better to do."
Time just passed by.
In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.
The Wentian Tower remained closed, and the various forces only left one person in the shadows, never again making such a large-scale mobilization.
night.
The night was dark and the wind was high.
A cold wind howled, and in the darkness, it seemed as if a man-eating tiger lurked.
now.
Outside the gate of Wentian Tower.
A young man was standing there.
The young man looked to be only a teenager, with a youthful face, but his eyes revealed a deep-seated hatred.
"Qian Lingyun, when I return after completing my studies, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood."
He gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
After hesitating for a moment, he looked up at the plaque with the three large characters "Wentianlou" engraved on it and knocked loudly on the palace door.
At first, no one responded.
Qian Qingyun waited a while before knocking on the door again.
He knocked several times, but no one answered. Having received a good education since childhood, he naturally knew that it was very impolite to keep knocking on a door that no one was responding to.
He wanted to leave, but the hatred in his heart tormented him constantly, so he leaned against the stone lion next to the gate.
It was a bit chilly at night.
There's also wind.
The cold wind felt like steel needles, piercing straight into people's hearts.
Having fled into exile, he naturally didn't bring many clothes with him. He was only wearing a thin long robe, and he shivered in the cold wind. His desire to survive made him instinctively hug himself tightly.
The hazy consciousness gradually faded.
Gradually, under the onslaught of the biting cold wind, he fell asleep.
After falling asleep, he had a dream.
I dreamt that I was lying in a warm room with a fireplace around me, and my father and mother were beside me, smiling at me.
He has a happy family and a childhood sweetheart with whom he is now married and has a one-and-a-half-year-old child.
He's a winner in life.
He has a happy and fulfilling family life, and his wife is beautiful, virtuous, and understanding.
But this beautiful scene was destroyed by his cousin, Qian Lingyun.
Beside the firelight, he watched as that beast threw his child, less than six months old, into the fire. With a crackling sound and his heart-wrenching screams, Qian Lingyun laughed even more wildly.
ah!
Qian Qingyun suddenly woke up with a start.
His face was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He had a nightmare, and even the scenes in his dream felt so real.
Once he came to his senses, he realized that he was in a warm room with a fireplace right next to him, feeling cozy and cozy.
Just then, someone walked in through the door, carrying a bowl of steaming tea.
"woke up?"
Upon seeing Qian Qingyun, the man served him hot tea, saying, "Drink it while it's hot to ward off the chill."
Qian Qingyun took the tea with a daze, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "And you are?"
"Lu Shan, the master of Wentian Tower."
Lu Shan smiled faintly.
"And what about him?"
Qian Qingyun pointed to Zhou Mu, who was behind Lu Shan.
“He is also the owner of the building,” Lu Shan said.
"Are there two masters of Wentian Tower?" A hint of doubt flashed across Qian Qingyun's youthful face, but he quickly regained his composure. He couldn't wait to drink his tea, so he stood up and bowed to Lu Shan. "Master, I have a request for you, and I hope you will grant it."
Lu Shan is a soft-hearted person.
They had already learned about Qian Qingyun's background and family history through the Wentian Tower.
This is definitely a template for a novel where a useless person rises to power.
This person is born with the protagonist's aura.
So, unsurprisingly, he agreed.
However, he couldn't appear too eager, so he kept a straight face and said calmly, "Speak."
"I want revenge."
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