He watched helplessly, unable to comprehend how things could have turned out this way.
Yes, how did it turn out like this? She was so close to getting what she wanted, but in the end, she still had to let it slip by.
Is this God's will? If you didn't want to, why did He make you encounter this in the first place?
But this wasn't the real outcome. Wenwu was completely immersed in grief, unable to pull himself out, and oblivious to his surroundings. He couldn't understand why everyone had suddenly turned against him.
Those people's faces contorted with rage, and they looked at me as if I were a wild beast trying to fight back, their piercing eyes filled with the joy of capturing prey.
"What are you all doing? What do you want to do?" He took a few steps back with a grim expression, looking at these crazy people.
But these people seemed not to understand what he was saying at all, and continued to approach him step by step.
He knew he couldn't escape, but even so, he was unwilling to give up. Thinking this, a silver spear appeared in his hand. His martial arts skills weren't exceptional, but he could easily defend himself against ordinary people with even a little bit of fighting ability. However, when facing these people, his silver spear pierced right through their bodies.
"How could this be?" He looked at his hands in astonishment, unable to believe it.
The person in front of him still thrust the longsword at him without hesitation.
"Ah—" he roared, waking up again to find that he had just taken a nap in the study.
Looking up at the sky, Wenwu realized that he hadn't been asleep for long, but that dream felt like half a lifetime had passed.
He stood quietly by the window, looking at the lush bamboo and cypress trees outside. Before he knew it, the sun had climbed into the sky and the stars had faded.
"Master, Master Sanyang is here." Changfeng ran over with a beaming smile: "Master, I have invited Master Sanyang over, and the matter in the manor can be resolved."
"How come it's so fast?" Wenwu frowned. Master Sanyang sounded like a hermit master. He thought it would take a long time to invite him over. How come Changfeng mentioned it a while ago and found him today? Could he be a swindler who just popped up out of nowhere?
Wen Wuquan was somewhat skeptical that the Taoist priest Sanyang who had come here was the legendary master.
Changfeng didn't understand Wenwuquan's disbelief and chuckled, "It's quite a coincidence. A few days ago, the Taoist priest caught a little ghost in the next county and happened to pass by our town today. He saw some yin energy in our house, so he came over to ask if we needed his help. At first, I thought he was just a charlatan, but as soon as I heard him mention the name of Taoist Sanyang, I knew he was the master we were looking for."
"It's precisely because Master Sanyang has such a prestigious reputation that he's more likely to be impersonated. How can you be sure he's the real one and not a fake?"
"This..." Changfeng was speechless for a moment.
He knelt down tremblingly and said, "Master, this servant is guilty. We have already sent someone to invite him in, perhaps... Master should go and take a look."
Wen Wuquan coughed, covering his mouth, and said, "No need, let him go. We don't need to trouble him with the affairs of our household."
"Master?" Changfeng looked up in surprise, only to meet those lifeless eyes. Startled, he quickly lowered his head again.
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