In the alley, there were a few vendors busily serving the few customers, and a few beggars, dressed in rags, their eyes revealing endless exhaustion and despair, huddled in a corner, shivering.
Clearly, only the poor would live in such a place, a place filled with hardship and helplessness.
"Elder Master, Mr. Fang, I'm so sorry to have you staying in such a place."
Qiao Qianshan said with some shame, his face full of apology.
Xiang Wantang was a highly respected figure in the Longyuan Sword Sect, yet he had brought her to such a humble place. He felt it was a sin and his heart was filled with unease.
As for Fang Han, although he was one of his students, he couldn't call him by his name directly now, since Fang Han was already on friendly terms with Xiang Wantang. Therefore, he could only address him as "Teacher".
Looking at the slightly weathered Qiao Qianshan before him, Fang Han was filled with emotion and a touch of apology as he said, "Old Qiao, it's been several months since I recovered from my mental lapse. If I had known earlier that you were working as a gatekeeper at the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, I would have come to see you long ago. The fact that you're living in this dilapidated and shabby place is ultimately a problem between me and the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, not yours. I failed to notice your situation sooner; I'm so sorry."
Fang Han knew that he used to call Qiao Qianshan "Instructor Qiao," but the situation was different now, and it would be inappropriate to call him that anymore.
After all, Qiao Qianshan was about to become a disciple of Xiang Wantang's junior disciple, namely the sect leader of the Longyuan Sword Sect, Xiaoyao Wang.
According to seniority, there is a generation difference between him and Qiao Qianshan, so calling him "Old Qiao" is both affectionate and appropriate for the current situation.
Xiang Wantang nodded slightly, a hint of guilt appearing on her face. She slowly said, "That's right, this matter is mainly the fault of my Longyuan Sword Sect. My sect leader, Xiaoyao Wang, and I have been focusing on our own cultivation and have paid too little attention to the affairs of the Longyuan Sword Mansion. As a result, people with wicked intentions like Meng Kai and Yang Wenguang have colluded to act tyrannically in the Sword Mansion. These past few years, you have suffered a lot here. Our Longyuan Sword Sect has wronged you."
In fact, Xiang Wantang knew in her heart that Qiao Qianshan was talented, but his talent was the kind that would blossom late in life.
Back then, the sect took this into consideration, which is why they sent him to the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect as an instructor. On the one hand, it was to allow him to hone his alchemy skills during the teaching process, and on the other hand, it was to hope that he could gradually mature in this relatively relaxed environment and wait for the day when he could unleash his full potential.
But who could have imagined that in this seemingly peaceful Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion, Qiao Qianshan would be persecuted by Meng Kai?
Under Meng Kai's coercion, Qiao Qianshan's cultivation was destroyed, turning him into a cripple. If Fang Han hadn't come to see Qiao Qianshan today, he probably wouldn't have lasted much longer.
Listening to Fang Han and Xiang Wantang's words, Qiao Qianshan was filled with mixed emotions, tears welling up in his eyes. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and said with tears streaming down his face, "Sect Master, Mr. Fang, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I once thought my fate was doomed and I could never see a glimmer of hope again. But I never expected that things would take such a turn for the better and my destiny would be completely changed. I have to thank you, Sect Master, and Mr. Fang for giving me this opportunity."
He secretly vowed that he would work hard to cultivate in the future and live up to this hard-won opportunity.
"Let's examine your daughter Qiao Yue first, then heal her and repair your meridians. Only then can you bring Qiao Yue back to the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect."
Fang Han said.
Back then, Qiao Qianshan was also an outer disciple of the Longyuan Sword Sect, but he had already been in the Longyuan Sword Mansion for ten years.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Qianshan quickly nodded and replied, "Alright, Mr. Fang, Elder Sect Master, this way please."
After saying that, he turned slightly to the side, making a gesture of leading the way, and led Fang Han and Xiang Wantang through the narrow and cramped alley.
The alleyway was filled with a damp and decaying smell; the walls were mottled and the stone slabs underfoot were uneven and potholed.
After the three of them turned a few corners, the view suddenly opened up, and they saw a girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old lying quietly on a wooden chair, basking in the warm sunlight.
The wooden chair looked a bit old, but it was kept clean and tidy.
The girl, dressed in a plain-colored dress, appeared even more delicate in the sunlight.
At this moment, a young man in fine clothes was standing next to the girl.
The young man was dressed in fine clothes, with a belt inlaid with jewels around his waist, making him look extremely wealthy. However, the expression on his face revealed a disgusting lewdness and frivolity.
The richly dressed young man reached out a hand and lightly pinched the girl's chin. A malicious smile played on his lips as he said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, you're really beautiful. Your eyebrows, your nose, you're like someone who stepped out of a painting. But it's a real pity, these past few years you've been suffering from this strange illness, paralyzed in bed, unable to even stand up, just lying here like a dead fish. Otherwise, I'd really be interested in marrying you and making you my concubine, serving me every day."
It must be said that this girl is indeed extremely beautiful.
She had long, glossy black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering with a captivating luster in the sunlight.
Her face was exquisite, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, a straight nose, and rosy lips, like a meticulously crafted work of art.
Her skin was fair and delicate, like mutton fat jade, so smooth and delicate that it seemed to break at a touch. Her figure was also curvaceous and shapely.
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