Chapter 320 Who exactly is our enemy?
The torrential rain continued in the mountain temple, the water washing over the ground. Even after the door was closed, the sound of the rain could still be heard inside.
The moment Mei Liangyu saw Gongsun Xi, all his memories rushed back, a mix of emotions—joy, sorrow, anger—overwhelmed him, causing his throat to choke and become constricted. It felt as if a sharp blade was scraping against him, and the sweet, metallic taste of blood trickled down his throat as he swallowed it, leaving him unable to utter a sound even as he opened his mouth.
The boy's dark eyes reflected the woman's concerned and puzzled face. He knelt on the ground, clutching his throat. The ringing in his ears made him unable to hear the voices of others; he could only see their mouths opening and closing, as if they were anxiously asking him how he was.
The father, who was in the distance, walked quickly over and, together with his elder brother, knelt down and reached out to help him up.
Overwhelming hatred and the destructive desire suppressed in his heart suddenly erupted, unstoppable, clamoring for a fight to the death.
The boy collapsed in the torrential rain and remained unconscious for three days and three nights. During this time, his family took turns staying by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up.
Those fragmented memories became complete and clear the moment Mei Liangyu saw his mother. Even after three days and three nights, he could still recall many trivial matters from daily life.
The little things that happened in our daily lives will eventually come to an end, because they will never have new memories.
On the fourth night, the rain gradually changed, with a light drizzle and mountain fog lingering, and a chill seeping into the bones.
Mei Liangyu lay on the bed, able to smell the familiar scent of incense in the room. The woman guarding the bed looked at the figure behind the screen and complained, "Brother."
A screen with a gold-embroidered plum blossom design separates the bedroom. The candlelight makes the patterns on the screen appear incredibly exquisite, and it also reflects the man's tall and straight figure. Even just the silhouette of the man holding a knife in one hand can convey his sharp and powerful aura.
"Why do the sorcerers of Nanshui Prefecture insist on binding Ali?" the man behind the screen asked in a low voice.
Gongsun Xi stood up and said, "The Liu and Li clans of Nanshui Prefecture were only provoked by the Nangong family and wanted to kidnap Ali to threaten me. There is no other reason."
She seemed unwilling to discuss the matter. She wanted to step forward but then stopped, standing still and looking at the figure behind the screen, saying, "I had someone suppress the fact that you appeared in Nanshui Prefecture. If they find out that you are not dead, the Prince of Yan will not let it go. Brother, just take good care of yourself."
Gongsun Qi laughed: "The person who tied up Ali walked right past me, how could I pretend I didn't see him?"
"Don't interfere..." Gongsun Xi was interrupted by his elder brother before he could finish speaking, "It's none of your business."
Gongsun Xi took a deep breath, composed himself, and frowned, saying, "Go away, I don't want to see you."
Gongsun Qi remained unmoved: "You can't see me through the screen."
Gongsun Xi: "Did you come all this way just to annoy me?!"
The person behind the screen seemed to laugh very briefly before saying, "I'll ask you one more time: leave Yan with me."
It was called an inquiry, but it ended up being an order.
Since he left Yandu, he has asked her about it every year, but his stubborn sister always refuses.
Gongsun Xi glared at the person behind the screen and said, "I'm not leaving. If you want to leave, go by yourself. You'd better leave Yan as soon as possible and go to a place where you can no longer hear the word 'Yan'."
Gongsun Qiwei raised his head slightly and said, "Alright."
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard a woman's soft voice: "Brother, you were once a general of Yan. You watched so many people go to their deaths, watched your subordinates and friends die under the enemy's blade. They fought for Yan and died for Yan. Are you going to abandon the Yan they protected?"
After a moment of silence in the room, a man's cold, deep voice came: "Gongsun Xi, I told you long ago that what we owed Empress Dowager Zhao is over, and we owe Yan no more."
Gongsun Xi said, "Not only did the Empress Dowager save my life, but the soldiers of Yan also saved it, so it is my duty to repay them."
Gongsun Qi frowned: "I also saved your life. According to you, shouldn't you repay me?"
“Brother, I will repay you,” Gongsun Xi sighed.
Gongsun Qi had already turned and left.
Silence returned to the dormitory. The boy on the bed was still pretending to be asleep. He could guess every word of their conversation beforehand, and the same time and scene in his memory were perfectly replicated at this moment.
Mei Liangyu gradually lost the ability to distinguish between reality and memories.
Gongsun Xi sat down by the bed, fiddling with the water glass on the table, and said without turning his head, "You've been eavesdropping on my conversation with my brother again."
The man who emerged from the shadows had his dark hair casually draped over his white robes, yet it didn't appear disheveled. Instead, it softened the sharpness and aggression of his phoenix eyes, making him appear gentle and docile.
Dong Lanxun touched her nose somewhat embarrassedly, and couldn't help but laugh as she spoke: "I didn't know about your relationship with him before. I was quite jealous when I saw you two whispering to each other. I can't shake this habit."
Gongsun Xi said irritably, "Is it that you can't get rid of your jealousy habit, or your eavesdropping habit?"
Dong Lanxun walked to her side and reached out to touch her head: "You can't change it."
Gongsun Xi didn't look up, continuing to tidy the messy table. She heard the person next to her say softly, "You always deliberately say those kinds of things to make him lose heart in you and leave Yan, to completely let go of his attachment to Yan. But no matter what you say, he will still remember you as his sister."
"For him, you are his only family in this world."
Gongsun Xi lowered his eyes and remained silent.
From childhood, she and her brother depended on each other for survival. The Empress Dowager's strictness prevented her from having any expectations or longing for her mother. She only felt gratitude and a desire to repay her. She only dared to confide her joys and sorrows to her brother.
Later, she found love, had children, and reconnected with the world.
Gongsun Qi also had a new family, a wife and daughter. He had them, but he also lost them.
In the end, only his blood-related younger sister remained.
“Brother doesn’t owe Yan the country anything; it’s Yan the country that owes him.” Gongsun Xi turned around and hugged Donglan Xun’s waist, burying his head in his waist and saying in a muffled voice, “He doesn’t need to sacrifice anything more for Yan the country, nor does he need to force himself to stay for me. I want him to stay far away from Yan the country, and I want no one to be able to disturb him.”
She slowly tightened her arms, the remaining words both blurry and clear: "Those who chase after the strange fire are no exception."
Dong Lanxun gently cupped the back of her head with his palm, bent down and embraced the woman.
"The mechanical experts have almost finished. If we had more time, perhaps Ali could have done even better," the man said softly. "Since she was six years old, Ali has been working with the Heart of a Thousand Machines, adjusting the mechanical spirit orbs day and night to break all spells."
"The Heart of a Thousand Machines was originally a treasure left behind by the Gongshu family. Each head of the Gongshu family would infuse his own Qi and spiritual essence into it. These Qi and spiritual essences contained all the known mechanical arts at the time. The Gongshu family used this to feed the Heart of a Thousand Machines, so that it could preserve the mechanical arts of the past generations while also having the ability to create its own mechanical arts."
"All the laws of the world are constantly changing. Technicians must find new techniques amidst these changes. If they remain stagnant, their only fate will be destruction."
"Technique is the embodiment of Qi, and so is mechanical art, and so is strange fire."
Hearing the woman's even breathing, Dong Lanxun knew she had fallen asleep again. A helpless smile crossed his eyes, and his embrace around the woman became even gentler.
He carefully lifted the woman up by the waist and carried her to the tatami mat in the next room to rest.
A while later, Dong Lanxun came back. He sat down by the bed and looked at the boy who was lying in the shadows pretending to be asleep. He said in a gentle tone, "Ali, now it's just the two of us. You don't need to pretend to be asleep anymore."
The boy's eyelids twitched slightly, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, slowly turning his gaze to look at the man sitting by the bed.
Even though he had been unconscious for several days, when he woke up, the boy's eyes were still full of ferocious bloodshot veins.
Seeing the boy open his eyes, Dong Lanxun couldn't help but chuckle softly, while reaching out to feel his forehead: "The fever has gone down, is there anything else that hurts?"
As she spoke, she went to pour him some water.
Mei Liangyu propped himself up and sat up, staring intently at the person in front of him.
As Dong Lanxun poured water, she reminded him, "It's cold in the mountains, so wear warm clothes."
Was he running a fever? Mei Liangyu couldn't remember. He couldn't recall whether he had fainted for so many days back in the mountain temple. It seemed he had, but his memory was hazy.
He heard himself ask in a hoarse voice, "Did those ghost sorcerers kidnap me for the strange fire? They wanted to test whether my uncle was really dead, and also to test who had the Thousand Machine Heart of the Mechanism Family. Mother just lied to my uncle. The Liu and Li clans of Nanshui were not instigated by the Nangong family, but the people of Shuizhou wanted to use these two clans to test my father."
……is that so?
Countless memories flashed through Mei Liangyu's mind, and his head throbbed with pain.
Dong Lanxun looked slightly surprised, as if he hadn't expected the boy to say those words.
“Ali, your uncle’s identity is a very dangerous secret. Even if you find out, you can’t tell anyone. You have to pretend you don’t know anything.” Dong Lanxun handed the boy a water glass and then got up to put his coat on him. “You don’t need to worry about the first two questions. They won’t know. But don’t tell your mother about the last one, so as not to worry her.”
"...Why?" The boy stared blankly at the man.
“She has too many things to worry about, making her life too tiring. Father wants her to have an easier life. Besides, Father grew up in Taiyi since childhood. No matter what happens, it should be me who faces it, not your mother.” Dong Lanxun said with a smile, “Ali, after this incident in Nanshui Prefecture, they will think that Qianji’s heart is still with me, so you have to be extra careful and don’t let them see through your act.”
He reached out and touched the boy's brow. A ray of golden light spilled from his fingertip and transformed into a sphere shimmering with black light. The black and white light and shadow resembled darkness and light intertwining and fiercely battling each other, occasionally letting out a few strands of black and white light.
The image of the Thousand Machine Heart was reflected in the boy's eyes, and another wave of memories surged forth.
Dong Lanxun said to the boy, "Just in case, I will help you put those dangerous, untouchable memories into the Heart of a Thousand Machines, Ali. When you remember them, you will know what you should do."
The boy's gaze, following the Heart of a Thousand Machines, became empty and blank.
Dong Lanxun reached out to protect his head, leaned down to touch his forehead, and closed his eyes, concealing all his emotions, only whispering, "I'm sorry, A-Li."
Mei Liangyu felt himself fall into a long sleep.
He heard gurgling water in his sleep, and he was falling deeper and deeper into the sea. When his vision blurred, a hand grabbed his collar and swam out to sea with him.
"Father! Ali!" The elder brother's voice rang out along with the sound of splashing water.
His father's hearty laughter rang in his ears, leading him towards the shore: "Ali, how did you suddenly drown?"
After getting ashore, the boy sat on the sand, coughing up water while covering his throat with one hand. With the other hand, he pulled out a red coral he had brought from the sea and handed it to the boy: "Because I went to pick up coral, I accidentally got caught in a whirlpool."
The anxious older brother rushed over and was stunned by what he saw. Then he touched his nose and took out a red coral from his sleeve.
That was a gift they had agreed to bring back to their mother.
Behind the three was the chaotic energy of the Five Elements, the most dangerous abyss sea within the mechanical island, with dark clouds and surging waves not far away, but the two brothers were fearless at this moment.
After settling the two children in, Dong Lanxun led them to a huge reef to shelter them from the storms of the deep sea. He said to them, "Father is going to go into the sea again. You can go down after you have rested."
The boy wiped his face, tilted his head back, and asked his father, "Father, is that a fragment of the Pagoda you're holding?"
"You saw through me, Ali is so smart." Dong Lanxun bent down and patted his youngest son's head, and said with a smile, "But you must keep it a secret for your father. No one outside, no one from Taiyi, and no one from your mother knows that I have such a treasure."
The eldest son frowned and said, "Father, these fragments are dangerous. If someone collects all seven fragments, the oath of non-aggression can be lifted."
Dong Lanxun said, "It's precisely because it's too dangerous that we need to hide."
He spread the fragments of the pagoda out in his palm and handed them to the two children. The semi-circular, emerald-green fragments were translucent and looked very thin. Only the edges seemed to be covered with a little moss, and the surface had dents. The dents connected together looked like strange incantation characters.
Mei Liangyu then realized that not all seven fragments of the pagoda looked the same.
The piece in the father's hand, apart from the similar semi-circular shape, had different characters and incantations on the indentations.
The boy's mind suddenly went blank, and a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.
Strange... Could it be that besides the fragment of the pagoda in my father's hands, I've seen other fragments?
Mei Liangyu felt a headache again, and his memory became confused. He remembered many things, but also forgot many things.
The boy heard his older brother ask, "Father, are you going to hide the fragment in the sea? What if... I mean, what if we need it in the future?"
"Then it's up to you to find it again." Dong Lanxun laughed. "That's why you need to listen more carefully when I teach you how to find the coordinates of the sea eye."
The eldest son shook his head and said, "Then Father, you should teach Ali instead. I really have no interest in mechanical arts."
Dong Lanxun then teased his youngest son: "Ali, did you hear that? Your older brother is being lazy, so I have to leave this to you."
The boy frowned: "Why must we hide in the sea?"
“Because in the sea, we have a greater advantage than the enemy.” Dong Lanxun leaned down to look the boy in the eye and patiently explained, “They have what they need in the sea, but only we can find it.”
The boy asked, "Is it a fragment?"
Dong Lanxun shook his head, turned around and looked at the abyss behind him, and said softly, "It's sea fire."
The boy followed his father into the deep sea again. In the chaotic waters where the five elements were in turmoil, he witnessed a flash of fire in the darkness.
The fragments of the pagoda fell from the father's hands and into the endless flames.
In that instant, Mei Liangyu suddenly wanted to ask his father:
Who exactly is our enemy?
Are they people who betrayed the Yan Kingdom, or people who pursued the strange fire?
That evening, Dong Lanxun took the two children to the outer city of Taiyi and strolled through its bustling streets. Mei Liangyu remembered that her father had also taken them to Xingyue Island that night, but unfortunately, they encountered the military strategist Zhuge Ling just before entering the island.
The woman in white with a sword at her waist seemed to have been waiting there on purpose. When she saw Dong Lanxun and the other two, she showed no surprise whatsoever. She simply raised an eyebrow and greeted them with a half-smile: "A rare guest indeed. Are you here to visit our old man as well?"
Standing at the entrance of Star Moon Island, Dong Lanxun glanced at the brightly lit area inside the island and asked with a smile, "Has something happened to the Star Moon Island Master?"
Zhuge Ling did not say it explicitly, but only said, "When people get old and lose their energy and spirit, they will naturally have many problems."
"Then she'll need to take good care of herself," Dong Lanxun nodded.
Zhuge Ling asked, "Didn't you come to see him?"
Dong Lanxun laughed and said, "I won't go this time, for fear of passing on my illness to the children."
He spoke with disdain, yet he was so polite that it was impossible to get angry with him.
Zhuge Ling was not angry, but only chuckled lightly. His gaze swept over the two children beside Dong Lanxun, and the pressure of a saint was released, with his target being the two children.
The elder brother remained calm, without even frowning, while Dong Lanli frowned, as if he was uncomfortable all over.
Dong Lanxun did not stop him. Soon, Zhuge Ling saw the boy's unbearable expression and laughed, teasingly saying, "I thought your child with Gongsun Xi would be a first-rate genius, but I didn't expect that only the first two children have any talent. What about your little princess? I like her more. When she grows up, she may become the youngest sage of the military school."
The elder brother frowned; he didn't like hearing others say that his younger brother's talent was inferior to his and his older sister's.
He glanced at the boy who seemed uncomfortable; Ah Li was clearly faking it.
“She doesn’t like Taiyi very much, so she doesn’t want to come.” Dong Lanxun didn’t seem angry and was still smiling. “As long as the children can grow up safely, that’s all that matters. The expectation of becoming a military sage can only be realized by Miss Zhuge’s children.”
Zhuge Ling's smile faltered slightly. Her right hand unconsciously gripped the love knot sword tassel tied to her waist. When she caught a glimpse of the hooked sword tassel out of the corner of her eye, her expression turned somber. She said, "I came tonight not only to visit the old man, but also because tonight is the anniversary of my husband's death. I buried him on Star Moon Island."
Her tone turned somber: "My husband is a master of the thirteenth realm, and his strength is not bad. He also possesses many rare treasures of Taoism, as well as the divine weapon I gave him. Even if he faces two saints, he has nothing to fear, and at least his life is not in danger."
Zhuge Ling recalled the past, his expression gradually becoming indifferent: "But when he faced the strange fire, no matter how profound his cultivation or how many divine weapons and treasures he had, it was too late. In an instant, he and many others were burned to ashes, leaving no trace of their bodies."
Dong Lanxun's expression remained unchanged, but his hand, hidden in his sleeve, made a gesture, indicating that his eldest son should take his younger son to the back. After the two children left, he sincerely said to Zhuge Ling, "Please accept my condolences."
Zhuge Ling shook his head: "That was my beloved, who was burned to death by the strange fire for no reason. I will never be able to let go of this in my life. Back then, you were all alone, so you were not afraid of the strange fire. Now that you have a wife, daughter, and son whom you love, are you still the same as before, without any fear of the strange fire?"
Dong Lanxun tucked his hands into his sleeves and placed them in front of him, smiling with narrowed eyes: "A strange fire that is prophesied to destroy the world and burn down a city in the blink of an eye, who wouldn't be afraid? Of course I am afraid too."
“Wrong, you’re not afraid.” Zhuge Ling released her Saintly aura again, this time targeting only Dong Lanxun. She stared intently at the man in front of her. “I’m also very curious. Why aren’t you afraid of the Strange Fire? You now have someone you want to protect, yet you’re not afraid of the Strange Fire, this indiscriminate, world-destroying power. The higher a sorcerer’s cultivation, the more afraid they are of a power stronger than themselves, a power that can control their life and death.”
But you can't.
Dong Lanxun said helplessly, "I'm really scared."
"Dong Lanxun, what you're afraid of are the two children standing behind you," Zhuge Ling sneered. "Those people won't touch you, but the children are still young and may not be able to grow up safely."
Dong Lanxun merely raised her eyes slightly, her expression calm.
Zhuge Ling said, "You know the secret of the strange fire, which is why you are not afraid. You should tell the world, instead of standing apart from everyone and watching them be burned in the flames."
Dong Lanxun suddenly laughed and said, "What if I asked you to exchange the other five countries for them?"
Zhuge Ling was stunned.
He stood in the moonlight, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, shedding his gentle restraint. He appeared polite, yet his aura was imposing: "Qingyang, Nanjing, Taiyuan, Zhou, and Dan, make all those who invaded Yan commit suicide. The rest will submit to Yan. Once the six kingdoms are unified, I will tell you the secret of the Strange Fire. In this way, the people of the world will neither suffer from the ravages of war nor be destroyed by the Strange Fire. What do you say?"
Zhuge Ling took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, she was a little annoyed: "You're just dreaming!"
Dong Lanxun laughed heartily, her tone becoming more amiable: "Of course, even if you agree, I cannot reveal the secret of the strange fire. Miss Zhuge, I truly do not know."
Zhuge Ling calmed her mind and looked at Dong Lanxun again, her eyes now completely calm: "I understand what you mean. Take care of yourself in the days to come."
Dong Lanxun did not enter Xingyue Island; instead, she turned and left with her two children.
They spent the night in the outer city, and the next morning they left Taiyi on a flying cloud chariot.
There were few people inside the flying dragon carriage. The two brothers had been up all night and hadn't slept, but now they were fast asleep, head to head, in the carriage.
Sitting opposite them, Dong Lanxun was flipping through ancient books, occasionally glancing up at the two sleeping brothers, a smile unconsciously appearing in his eyes.
The silence inside the room was quickly broken when the young man in black knocked and entered. He looked at Dong Lanxun with an undisguised smile on his face: "Senior Brother."
"What are you doing here?" Dong Lanxun was surprised to see the person who came, and then smiled and said, "If I had known you were here, I would have stayed a couple more days."
The young man noticed the two sleeping children, so he tiptoed over and whispered, "I heard from Dean Liang that you were in Taiyi and about to leave. I almost missed it. Senior brother, why didn't you stay a couple more days in Taiyi? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Dong Lanxun got up and led the young man to the inner room to talk.
The boy sitting on the bench behind the table woke up groggily and caught a glimpse of the young man in black following his father into the inner room.
The young man in black looked to be only in his early twenties, and even younger than his actual age. Even without doing anything, he seemed to have a slight smile on his face and elegant manners. Visually, he gave the impression of being either rich or noble.
Donglan Xun asked, "How is Master doing?"
"Still the same old story, half-dead." The young man in black shrugged. "If you, senior brother, were to go back and check on him, perhaps..."
"I've already been expelled from the sect by him, and I don't even have a chance to go back," Dong Lanxun laughed. "But you, if he hears you still calling me senior brother, you'll definitely get a beating."
"Aren't you still calling me Master?" the young man said with a sneer. "If you let me learn mechanical arts from you, I won't call you Senior Brother anymore, I'll call you Second Master."
At the end, he even bowed respectfully to Dong Lanxun, his eyes full of undisguised laughter.
Dong Lanxun was amused by the young man and couldn't help but shake his head. The two talked about funny things from back then, and after a while they got to the point: "The batch of goods you asked for is already being prepared. It will be transferred out of Taiyi next month. With Dean Liang and me helping to keep an eye on it, you can rest assured."
“Okay, with your and Dean Liang’s help, I can have an easier time,” Dong Lanxun nodded.
The young man leaned casually against the window and asked, "But I'm a little curious. Dean Liang doesn't seem like the type to agree to our request. Senior, how did you convince him?"
Dong Lanxun did not hide anything and replied, "Dean Liang only agreed to help because of Her Highness the Princess."
The young man in black became interested, rolled his eyes, and said, "But Her Highness is already my sister-in-law, Dean Liang wouldn't..."
He received a look from Dong Lanxun, quickly shut his mouth, and then said, "No?"
"You should know that Dean Liang has two senior brothers, right?" Dong Lanxun said leisurely. "His second senior brother, Chen Daozhi, is known for murdering his master, and his eldest senior brother, Zhang Guanyi, is also an extraordinary person. Because of the master's instructions, Zhang Guanyi would not lay a hand on Chen Daozhi. Dean Liang was seriously injured when he intercepted Chen Daozhi in Yan Kingdom, but was saved by His Highness."
The young man tilted his head back and squinted, saying, "I do know about Dean Chen's murder of his master; he does seem somewhat insane."
Dong Lanxun glanced at him quietly, thinking to herself, Chen Daozhi is indeed crazy, but probably not as crazy as you.
“Once that shipment arrives in the six states of Yan, I’ll need you to look after it for a while longer,” Dong Lanxun continued. “Yan Manfeng’s condition has been deteriorating in recent years, and I want to help him hold on for a few more years as much as possible.”
"Hmm, Yan Sheng, with his physical condition, even if Dean Jiang intervenes, it won't be of any use," the young man in black said, spreading his hands. "Unless we snatch back the Breath Soil, the Farmer's Clan sends people to Qingyang every year to look for that little girl. Have you sent anyone there? Or should I go?"
"If the Breath of Earth were truly useful, I would have sent people there long ago." Dong Lanxun looked out at the sea of clouds, or rather, he would have gone there himself.
“That girl has never even left the city gates of Qingyang’s capital. Isn’t this a clear indication that they want to control the battlefield in a place that is advantageous to Qingyang? Most people would just be throwing their lives away if they went there,” the young man in black said. “I guess Nangong Ming is waiting for you to go to Qingyang to seize the Xirang, which is why he has been in the capital for the past few years and hasn’t left.”
Dong Lanxun said, "I've disappointed him. I won't go to Qingyang."
The young man in black sighed again, "If only you had chosen to cooperate with Nangong Ming back then, instead of being his enemy..."
I really don't dare to think about that.
Dong Lanxun: "Don't bring up such a disgusting assumption."
"Okay, okay." The young man in black raised his hand in apology.
Dong Lanxun turned to look at him: "You really want to learn mechanical arts?"
The young man in black's eyes brightened slightly: "Of course."
Dong Lanxun: "Then call me Master."
The young man in black was taken aback at first, then he couldn't help but smile, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
When the people inside started to move and walked out, the boy continued to pretend to be asleep. Hearing the two saying goodbye, he quietly opened his eyes and saw the black-clad youth leaving.
Many years have passed, and he seems to have remained unchanged.
Years later, Mo Yun becomes the driver who transports students from various countries in the cloud-carrying flying dragon.
Mo Yun, who was taught by Taiyi how to ride the Cloud Chariot Flying Dragon, and Mo Yun who was repeatedly captured by his master while hiding inside the Cloud Chariot Flying Dragon... Taiyi? Master?
Do I have a master?
The boy suddenly had a splitting headache and instinctively reached out to hold his head, waking his older brother who was standing next to him. This prompted Dong Lanxun, who had just closed the door, to rush back.
"Ah Li?"
"Ah Li!"
Many people chased after him, calling out his name, but a voice deep within the boy's mind called out another unfamiliar name.
He couldn't hear clearly, nor could he remember clearly; memories of the future and the past were intertwined.
The boy saw his future self standing in front of the Ghostly Saint's hall, looking up at one of the portraits and calling out, "Master."
That familiar five elements energy, the ghostly magic that made heaven and earth pale in comparison, and the unstoppable ghostly life-giving talisman… all of it had appeared before him on a rainy night, allowing him to witness the terrifying pressure and power of a ghostly saint. And now, the boy looked at his future self in disbelief:
How dare you
How dare you call the person who killed your mother your master?!
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