"Hey, I told you that Chen Hai disregarded the clan rules and married that enigmatic vixen. He was bound to cause trouble sooner or later, and he did bring disaster upon us!" The Ji family elder pounded his cane in exasperation, wishing he could rush out and beat Ji Chen Hai to death right now.
Ji Chenjiang pursed his lips: "..."
This clan elder is truly stubborn. Last time, Chen Hai and his father made a special trip back to say that the people outside the ancestral land are the Ji family's sworn enemies; if they want to pursue the matter, they should go to the ancestors of the Ji family.
He even tried to pin the blame on Chen Hai!
Ancestor Chengshan glanced at the elder and said, "Time is of the essence, and further discussion is pointless. You should think about who should enter the secret realm and hurry up and get in. Once the secret realm is opened, it will take some time to completely hide and isolate it from this world. The protective array won't last much longer."
The elders then began to discuss the matter, each offering their own opinion.
“All the younger generation must go in; they are the hope of our Ji family.”
"Pregnant women must also be included."
“Let’s include the able-bodied young men from collateral branches as well.”
In the suburbs of Sangguan, the night was already deep.
In the still-warm tent, the delicate and lovely young female bandit had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Shang Xiye held his little wife contentedly, his brows furrowed with happiness and joy, his thick, curled eyelashes half-closed, ready to drift into a sweet dream.
In a daze, he felt the dormant Extreme Flame within his sea of consciousness stir slightly.
However, recently, the extreme flames had been churning frequently within his sea of consciousness, but Shang Xiye didn't pay much attention to it. He was unaware that his dormant consciousness had slid towards a place shimmering with light amidst the churning of the extreme flames.
Shang Xiye was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly "woke up" and found himself in a very tall and spacious room with very strange decorations.
The room was a mess, with charred and broken fragments scattered all over the floor, as if an explosion had occurred.
A man dressed in a light blue shirt was kneeling on the ground, his hands trembling as he rummaged through the shattered fragments, picking at small pieces of charred metal.
A strange feeling welled up inside me.
Shang Xiye walked towards the man and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, and where is this place?"
The man seemed not to hear his question, and continued to kneel on the ground as if selecting rare treasures, picking out those charred black objects that were impossible to identify.
"Clap!"
A tear tinged with blood fell to the ground, its splash wetting a charred patch.
That single tear was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He bent down and gathered all the charred fragments in front of him into his arms, as if embracing his most beloved person. His body trembled violently, and silent tears flowed like a river bursting its banks.
Watching the man weep silently, Shang Xiye felt as if her heart had been stabbed.
The knife tip was very dull, and it was repeatedly rubbed against my heart.
The wounds cannot heal, the pain is hard to bear, the hatred is hard to dispel, yet there is nothing that can be done and despair.
"Who... are you?" Shang Xiye walked to the man's side, her voice tinged with fear as she guessed.
"Little Jiaojiao, don't hate, don't hate your master... don't hate your master..." The painful plea, which was being suppressed with all his might, escaped from the man's throat. The man's body trembled even more violently, but he tried his best to support himself and continued to pick up the charred pieces with his trembling hands.
Shang Xiye looked at the man's face, which was exactly the same as her own, a face full of tears and haggardness;
He was so shocked that he stumbled back several steps!
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