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Chapter 593 The Chieftain is Back!
At the summit of Yanshan Mountain, the fierce wind howled.

A biting wind surged in from all directions, whistling sharply, colliding and swirling among the jagged rocks, forming vortexes of airflow almost visible to the naked eye.

The air became thick and turbulent, enough to make an ordinary person lose their balance.

On this precipitous summit, Liang Jin remained as steady as a rock.

His gaze was calm and deep, settling on the small figure not far ahead—Xiaoyu.

The ten-year-old girl was drawing a hard bow that was almost as tall as herself.

Her small face was taut, her lips pressed into a resolute line, but her clear eyes shone with a focus and sharpness far beyond her years.

She stared intently at the bullseye of the target, a hundred paces away, swaying slightly in the gale, as if the whole world had shrunk down to that single point.

"call out--!"

An arrow flew from the bow!

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, it was torn apart by a strong crosswind, instantly deviating from its intended trajectory and swaying and tumbling violently in the air as if it were drunk!
However, Xiaoyu's eyes showed no sign of panic.

She seemed to be able to "see" the trajectory of the invisible wind blade.

Just as the arrow was deflected, she subtly adjusted the angle of her fingers resting on the bowstring.

"Huh! Huh!"

Immediately afterwards, two more arrows were fired in quick succession!

The trajectories of the last two arrows were also distorted by the gale.

However, their deviations were completely different from the first arrow, as if they were three serpents being teased by a gale, each drawing a strange arc as they shot toward their target!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Liang Jin's gaze followed the three arrows struggling in the raging air currents.

Just as they were about to completely lose control, they seemed to be pulled by some unseen thread.

The first arrow was suddenly lifted up by an upward swirling airflow, narrowly clearing a wall of wind.

The second arrow cleverly used a swirling turbulence to achieve an unbelievable turn.

The third arrow, like a swimming fish, darted through the gaps in the interwoven strong winds!

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

Three muffled and precise sounds came almost simultaneously!

The three arrows finally landed firmly and deeply on the bullseye, a hundred paces away!
The arrow's fletching continued to vibrate and hum!
Xiaoyu's tense face instantly blossomed into a bright smile. She put down the heavy bow, let out a long sigh of relief, and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead glistened in the moonlight.

She raised her chin, looking at Liang Jin with undisguised pride and anticipation, like a little animal waiting for praise.

A genuine hint of approval flashed in Liang Jin's eyes. He stepped forward, gently patted Xiao Yu's head with his warm hand, and spoke with a gratified smile:
"Good! Very good! It seems you have truly grasped the essence of archery in this 'Wind Prison'."

His gaze fell upon the still raging wind:

"It's not about fighting it, but about observing it, calculating it, and utilizing it. Predict the direction and force of every turbulent current in advance, incorporate the wind's trajectory into your arrow's path, and ultimately make that seemingly destructive force an aid to hitting your target."

"You have grasped the essence of the meaning of 'chasing the wind' in 'Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Arrow'."

He paused, his tone gentle yet firm:
"There's not much more I can teach you about this archery technique."

"The rest is the hard work of persistent practice, to integrate this 'prediction' and 'leveraging' into your very being, until it becomes instinct."

Looking at Xiaoyu's slightly tired face from the hard training, Liang Jin felt a complex pity welling up in his heart.

He crouched down, looked Xiaoyu in the eye, and spoke in an exceptionally gentle voice:

"However, Xiaoyu, remember, you are a child first."

"Play hard when it's time to play, and rest when it's time to rest. Practicing martial arts is important, but you don't have to push yourself too hard."

The Xuan-level martial art, "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Arrow," was carefully selected by him for Xiaoyu.

He was not without even more formidable archery skills, such as the domineering and unparalleled Earth-level archery technique "Sun-Shooting Ashes," which was powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas.

However, that martial art is extremely yang and requires a foundation of surging pure yang internal energy or innate divine strength. Forcing one to practice it will only damage Xiaoyu's foundation.

In contrast, "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Arrow" is agile and varied, emphasizing skill and mental focus, which is more suitable for Xiaoyu's talent.

Especially the almost telepathic connection between her and the Divine Condor.

Once Xiaoyu masters archery, and works in conjunction with the soaring eagle, her combat power will experience a qualitative leap!
Ultimately, Liang Jin never intended to mold Xiao Yu into an extraordinary and unparalleled master.

That path is too bitter, too lonely, too cruel, and requires paying a price that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Therefore, he hoped that Xiaoyu's life could be easier and that she could have more of the carefree life that children should have.

at this time.

A soft, hesitant footstep came from the mountain path behind, shattering the whistling wind.

The owner of the footsteps seemed to be deliberately making quiet movements, but could not hide a trace of unease.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Liang Jin's lips.

Without turning around, the familiar, cool aura and slightly restrained steps already told him who it was.

The trees and mountains are green.

Liang Jin knew very well that if he wanted to have a friendly relationship with a woman, he couldn't be too enthusiastic all the time.

You must know how to be relaxed yet warm, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, so that a woman will be willing to let down her guard.

Since the incident at the village gate that day, Liang Jin had intentionally distanced himself from her.

For two consecutive days, he was either busy with matters of the mountain stronghold or instructing Xiaoyu in her martial arts practice. Even when they met by chance, he would only nod politely, without the previous enthusiasm and concern, and without the gentle gesture of giving her the "rainbow".

This deliberate indifference was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the budding flame of emotion in Mushan Qing's heart, a flame that even she herself had not fully understood.

She was first confused, then disappointed, and finally felt an indescribable anxiety and resentment.

At this moment, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and took the initiative to come to him.

"Go play by yourself, but be careful."

Liang Jin gently nudged Xiao Yu's shoulder, his tone indulgent.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu's face immediately lit up with pure joy.

She let out a clear but slightly strange whistle towards the dark night sky.

As soon as the whistle fell, two dazzling golden lights suddenly shone in the deep darkness below the cliff!

The light was as sharp as a sword, piercing through the night, carrying a chilling majesty!

"Wow—!"

It was accompanied by a deep, powerful cry.

A huge black shadow, like a demon tearing through the night, suddenly shot up from the abyss!

The wind was stirred up even more violently by the airflow generated by this behemoth!

The shadowy figure spread its wings, and the wingspan was nearly three zhang!

Under the cool moonlight, one could clearly see the feathers covering the entire body, gleaming with a cold, hard luster as if cast from black iron, and the outline of the bulging muscles full of explosive power.

It is the Divine Condor!

Its size is noticeably larger than when Liang Jingang first got it!
What's even more astonishing is its eyes, which are no longer the round pupils of birds, but like two molten gold, shining brightly in the darkness, sharply scanning its surroundings, seemingly completely unaffected by the night!

Xiaoyu cheered and ran towards the edge of the cliff without hesitation!

Her small figure leaped with all her might at the edge of the cliff, plunging straight into the bottomless dark abyss!

Just as Xiaoyu was about to be swallowed by the darkness, the giant eagle's massive body glided down like a precise cloud, its broad, boat-like back steadily catching her falling form.

Xiaoyu skillfully flipped herself onto the eagle's back, her small hands tightly gripping the thick, stiff feathers behind the eagle's neck.

The divine eagle let out a long, joyful cry, and with a sudden flap of its huge wings, it stirred up a powerful gust of air, carrying Xiaoyu on its back, and swooped down like an arrow towards the dimly lit Yanshan Village below the mountain!

One person and one eagle nimbly weave and circle among the steep mountain walls, performing all sorts of thrilling and exciting flying maneuvers.

Xiaoyu's excited screams and laughter echoed through the quiet night sky.

Liang Jin watched the huge black shadow disappear into the night, followed by cheerful laughter, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He muttered to himself:

"Growth potential... truly astonishing."

He could clearly sense that the eagle had not only grown in size and strength, but also seemed to be developing an even more powerful aura, closer to that of a "fierce beast."

After settling in Yanshan Village, Xiaoyu had a stable environment and took meticulous care of the Divine Eagle.

Meanwhile, Liang Jin continuously supplied large quantities of fresh, high-quality beef through the [Item Inventory].

This made the eagle not only stronger, but also gave it some special abilities it didn't have before, such as night vision.

The previous Divine Eagle was just like an ordinary eagle; it had excellent eyesight during the day, but could not see anything at night.

However, the Divine Condor of today has eyes that are like those of an owl, allowing it to see clearly even at night.

With Xiaoyu gone, only the howling wind and the cold moonlight remained on the mountaintop.

The deliberately light footsteps finally stopped not far behind Liang Jin.

Liang Jin slowly turned around.

The moonlight, like water, poured down, illuminating the figure of Mushan Qing.

She had clearly prepared carefully.

She changed out of her usual sharp and athletic outfit and into a softer, moon-white long dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind.

Her usually casually tied-up black hair was now styled into a slightly gentle bun, with a simple jade hairpin inserted diagonally.

Her face seemed to be lightly made up, concealing the weariness brought on by days of unease, and under the moonlight, she exuded a pure and refined charm.

However, her eyes still carried her usual coldness, as well as... an undisguised tension and anticipation.

Liang Jin's gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if with a hint of appreciation, before he smiled slightly, a smile that appeared particularly gentle in the moonlight.

He didn't speak, but simply stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture, pointing to the spot where he had just stood, overlooking the mountains.

All the opening remarks that Kiyama Sei had prepared got stuck in his throat at this moment.

Liang Jin's simple action and glance easily disrupted all her rhythm.

She pursed her lips, suppressing the flutter in her heart, and followed his instructions to step forward and stand side by side with Liang Jin.

Below them was a bottomless abyss, above them a vast starry river, and a bright moon hung in the sky, casting its cool light across the rolling black mountains and onto the two of them.

The mountain wind was still biting, making clothes flutter, but it couldn't dispel the strange tranquility of the moment.

"Tonight, at the far end of the sky, the clear light brings sorrow to many places."

Liang Jin's deep and magnetic voice rang out in the wind, like the plucked strings of a guqin.

Kiyama Sei's heart skipped a beat!
great poem!

The short ten characters evoke a vast and boundless atmosphere.

Looking out to the ends of the earth, what night is this?
How much sorrow do those who are separated from their loved ones, how much blood and tears do those who are on the battlefield, and how much loneliness do those who wander far from home reflect?

The sorrow and desolation contained in these verses instantly struck the softest spot in Kiyama Sei's heart.

She never imagined that this seemingly erudite man would possess such delicate and profound feelings, and be so exceptionally talented in writing.

She couldn't help but glance sideways at Liang Jin's profile, which appeared exceptionally deep in the moonlight.

Liang Jin turned his head at that moment and met her gaze.

His eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like a deep pool reflecting the Milky Way, possessing a penetrating power, as he softly asked:
"Miss Mu, are you... also missing your family far away?"

family?

Mushan Qing was slightly taken aback. This word was distant and unfamiliar to her, carrying a hint of pain.

She was already all alone, walking the cold, desolate path of the martial world.

Liang Jin seemed not to need her answer. He lowered his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyelids. His voice carried an indescribable loneliness and melancholy, as if he were talking to himself:

"Unfortunately, I... no longer have any family."

He raised his head and looked up at the lonely moon, his figure appearing particularly thin in the moonlight.

"The world is so vast, yet I am utterly alone; where is my way home?"

His emotions were genuine.

Having been in this world for so long, he still feels out of place and deeply lonely.

He also knew that only genuine emotions could truly resonate with people.

really.

This sudden, profound sense of loneliness instantly resonated with Kiyama Ao.

We are both fellow sufferers in this world!
A powerful resonance surged within her.

She had never heard Liang Jin mention his past, but these few words now sketched out a similarly lonely and wandering soul.

Seeing the sad and dejected look on his face, Mu Shanqing felt a strange pang of pain and pity in his heart, and an impulse to get closer and comfort him arose spontaneously.

She subconsciously raised her hand, her slender fingers trembling slightly, wanting to touch his arm and say something comforting.

However, as he raised his hand halfway up the mountain, a thousand words stuck in his chest, and he couldn't utter a single one.

She was ultimately not good at expressing her tender emotions.

Just then, Liang Jin raised his head, the gloom on his face quickly dissipating like morning mist, replaced by that gentle yet distant smile:

"It's alright, I'm used to it."

His tone was relaxed, as if his earlier vulnerability was merely an illusion. His gaze fell on Kiyama Ao's face, carrying a perfectly measured hint of concern:

"As for Miss Mu, if there is still someone you care about, you might as well... go and see them more often, so as not to leave any regrets."

His sudden "concern" stirred something within Mushan Qing once again.

She came to Yanshan Village, wasn't it to wait for the only person she still cared about?

She nodded subconsciously.

"It's late at night, and the wind is strong and the dew is heavy."

Liang Jin's voice regained its usual composure:
"Go back and rest early."

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and headed down the path.

"Mr. Song!"

Kiyama Ao almost blurted it out!

Her voice carried a hint of urgency and pleading that she herself was unaware of. Liang Jin paused, turned around, and the moonlight illuminated half of his face, revealing a questioning expression:
"Hmm? Is there anything else, Miss Mu?"

Kiyama Sei opened her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed:

"I……"

She wanted to ask him why he had suddenly become cold, whether the poem was written for her, and how he truly viewed her.
But when the words reached his lips, he stammered:
"I... um... it's... nothing..."

All courage vanished instantly under Liang Jin's calm and profound gaze.

The carefully prepared words now seem so pale and powerless.

Looking at her embarrassed expression, Liang Jin's lips curled into a subtle smile, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Instead of leaving, he took a step forward and approached again.

The distance between the two instantly closed, so close that Mushan Qing could clearly feel his cool aura and an invisible sense of pressure.

To Mushan Qing's astonishment, Liang Jin slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers, carrying a touch of warmth, gently and naturally caressing her cheek!
The touch of those fingertips was like a faint electric current, instantly piercing through all of Mushan Qing's defenses!

Her body stiffened abruptly, and her mind went blank!
My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost bursting out of my chest!

A surge of intense shame and anger at being insulted welled up inside me!

She subconsciously tensed her body, her inner strength slightly gathering, ready to sternly rebuke this lecherous man!

However, just as she was about to explode—

Liang Jin had already withdrawn his hand.

He didn't even glance at her again, as if his flippant gesture was as casual as brushing away a fallen leaf.

He turned and stepped into the shadows of the downhill path without looking back, his figure quickly swallowed by the darkness.

Kiyama stood frozen in place, like a statue frozen in the moonlight.

The words of rebuke stuck in her throat, unable to come up or down, making her feel suffocated.

The lingering warmth on his fingertips now burned like a brand on her cheeks, sending shivers down her spine.

She could even clearly feel her rapid breathing and the roar of her blood rushing through her veins.

A profound sense of loss, the shame and anger of being mocked, and an indescribable feeling of powerlessness—a strong attraction yet an inability to control—writhed around her heart like poisonous vines.

"you……"

She gazed in the direction Liang Jin had disappeared, her lips moving silently:
"What...are you thinking?"

Why? Why does it always happen like this?

One moment he's passionately warm, showering her with a rare "rainbow" that stirs her heart; the next he's icy cold, treating her like nothing, leaving her feeling utterly dejected.

At this moment, he made such a frivolous and ambiguous move, which ignited her anger, but then quietly withdrew, leaving behind endless confusion and... a flutter of emotion?
"Why...don't you explain clearly?"

Kiyama Sei's voice was filled with indescribable grievance and anger.

She always prided herself on being calm, composed, and having the ability to understand people and control situations.

But now, she is horrified to discover that her joys and sorrows have been unknowingly held firmly in the palm of this man's hand!

He was like a skilled musician, casually plucking the strings of her emotions, making her play the melody he desired.

But she couldn't even tell whether the melody was sad or happy!
This feeling of being manipulated, fooled, and left hanging in mid-air filled Kiyama Ao with unprecedented anger and humiliation!

She is a dignified third-rank master!

When have I ever suffered such injustice?!
"hateful!"

A suppressed growl escaped from between her teeth.

Clang!

The soft sword at his waist was drawn in an instant, like a long-suppressed, angry dragon!
The cold blade gleamed sharply in the moonlight!

Unable to contain the pent-up anger in Mushan Qing's chest any longer, she suddenly swung her longsword, unleashing a chaotic barrage of sword energy infused with her inner strength, slashing wildly in all directions!

laugh!laugh!laugh!
The sharp sword energy tore through the air, producing a piercing sound!

Deep sword marks were slashed into the hard rock, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere!

Like a sword dancer out of control, she unleashed her turbulent emotions with a destructive force atop this summit.

He didn't know how long he had been hacking and slashing, until the anger in his chest subsided and his internal energy was also greatly depleted, before Mu Shanqing suddenly stopped and panted, holding his sword.

Under the moonlight, her face was covered with frost, and her eyes burned with an unquenched anger and a trace of imperceptible weariness.

She glared hatefully in the direction Liang Jin had left, then sheathed her sword, turning away with a chilling aura and a heart full of resentment, and headed down the mountain.

The carefully chosen moon-white dress, now covered in dust, looked particularly lonely in the night wind.

………………

The next day, early in the morning.

Yanshan Village was still immersed in the last moments of tranquility before dawn.

Suddenly, a roar filled with unbelievable ecstasy and penetrating power resounded throughout the entire mountain stronghold like a thunderclap!

"The chieftain is back!!!"

"It's the chieftain! It's the chieftain! They've finally returned!!!"

"Quick! Come out quickly! The chieftain is back!!!"

These roars were like boulders thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up towering waves!

The entire Yanshan Village seemed to awaken from a deep sleep, instantly erupting in excitement!

"What? The chieftain is back?"

"real or fake?!"

"Quick! Go and have a look!"

Countless doors were suddenly pushed open!

The sleepy villagers poured out of their rooms, their faces filled with elation, excitement, and relief.

The mountain village is situated on a very high elevation with a wide view. Many people didn't even have time to put on clothes and shoes before rushing towards the village walls, watchtowers, or other high places with good views, craning their necks and anxiously looking down the mountain.

really!

On that winding, rugged mountain path shrouded in morning mist, a group of people moved slowly and silently upwards, like a weary ant colony.

Although they were still far away, the familiar tall figure and signature black cloak on the leading black horse could only belong to the chieftain, "Proud Blade Hero" Yin Leiling!

"It's the chieftain! It really is the chieftain!"

"Great! I'm finally back!"

"Quickly! Prepare to open the gates! Welcome the chieftain!"

Cheers and shouts rose and fell, and the entire village was plunged into a state of ecstatic joy, as if it had survived a catastrophe.

Soon, almost all the prominent figures in the mountain stronghold were alerted.

The third leader, Bai Yi, the "White-Robed Scholar," rushed over in a single garment, not even having time to put on his outer robe properly, clutching his newly acquired sandalwood folding fan tightly in his hand.

He stood at the very front inside the village gate, his brows furrowing slightly involuntarily, his sharp gaze sweeping over the approaching column below the mountain.

Meng Wei's face was still wrapped in thick bandages, and with the help of several trusted confidants, he squeezed to the front.

His face was a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He stood on tiptoe, craned his neck, and eagerly searched the returning ranks, muttering to himself:
"Where's Third Sister? Where's Yan Third Sister? Why isn't she in the group? Where did she go?"

"And where is my father? My father, Meng Guang! Where is he? I can't see him."

Meanwhile, Mushan Qing, who was in the crowd, had lost his usual cool and calm demeanor.

She pursed her lips tightly, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her beautiful eyes fixed on the increasingly clear procession on the mountain path.

Her gaze swept quickly across the faces of each knight, carrying an unprecedented tension and...hope.

She was searching for a figure, a figure she had been waiting for for a long time.

However, as the group drew closer, her face gradually turned pale, and the hope in her eyes flickered like a candle flame in the wind, about to be extinguished.

Liang Jin stood slightly back in the crowd, his expression calm and his gaze deep, like a detached observer watching the tragicomedy unfolding before him.

The heavy sound of horses' hooves could finally be heard clearly.

The returning group slowly stepped onto the last steep slope leading to the village gate.

When their figures were fully exposed to the morning sunlight, clearly appearing before the eagerly awaiting villagers—

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The boisterous cheers and clamor in front of the mountain gate were suddenly cut off by an invisible hand!

All smiles froze on their faces, and all expectations vanished like bubbles!

A chilling cold instantly swept over everyone present!

This team...something's really off!
There was no triumphant high spirits.

Yes, but it was a suffocating, deathly heaviness!

A sorrow and despair that seeped into my very bones!

On the lead horse, Yin Leiling still stood with his back straight, but his once resolute and dignified face was now filled with deep weariness and an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his dark cloak was torn in several places, stained with a dark color that was indistinguishable from mud or... dried blood.

Following behind him were only seven riders, a mere handful!

When they set off, they were dozens of the most elite warriors in the mountain stronghold, each one full of vigor and high spirits!
Now, fewer than ten have returned!
Moreover, all seven of them were injured!

Some were wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, their faces as pale as paper; some had severed limbs, their empty sleeves fluttering in the wind; some had gruesome wounds on their faces and bodies, so deep that the bone was visible!

The entire group was filled with a strong smell of blood, medicine, and... death!

Like a group of defeated soldiers crawling out of the depths of hell!

"Where are people...people?"

"Why...why are there only so few people back?"

"Where did the others go...?"

"Oh my god... what... what happened?"

After the deathly silence came the suppressed, tearful murmurs and gasps of breath.

A wave of immense fear and unease washed over everyone in an instant, like an icy tide.

Even the most obtuse person would understand that the chieftain's trip was not a triumphant return, but rather a disastrous defeat beyond imagination!

A devastating defeat... with almost the entire army wiped out!

Bai Yi's hand gripping the folding fan was so tight that his knuckles cracked, his face was ashen, and his lips trembled slightly.

The ominous premonition in his heart now turned into a cold reality.

Kiyama Sei's face was deathly pale, and his body swayed slightly, almost unable to stand.

The figure she was looking for never appeared.

A profound sense of loss and an ominous premonition gripped her heart like a cold, giant hand.

at last.

Yin Leiling led these remnants of his army slowly to the tightly closed gate of the mountain stronghold.

All the villagers instinctively rushed forward and surrounded Yin Leiling's horse.

No one spoke; everyone held their breath, silently watching him with eyes full of fear, grief, and confusion, awaiting a cruel verdict.

Yin Leiling reined in his horse and slowly scanned the crowd.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously before finally turning into a heavy sigh.

That sigh was filled with endless weariness and helplessness.

"Zhaizhu!"

Meng Wei was the first to lose his temper. He pushed away the person supporting him, staggered to Yin Leiling's horse, and looked up to ask:
"Chief! Where is Yan San Niang? Why didn't she come back with you? Where did she go?"

"And...and where is my father? Where is he?"

Yin Leiling's gaze fell on Meng Wei's excited face, and a strong sense of disappointment and sorrow welled up in her heart.

At this point, the first thing this good-for-nothing asked about was the woman's whereabouts!

He shook his head in disappointment, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness:
“Miss Yan has her own affairs. Where she wants to go is her freedom, and we have no right to interfere.”

At this point, Yin Leiling's voice suddenly stopped.

The muscles in his face twitched painfully, as if he were enduring immense agony.

His eyes became incredibly sorrowful, and his voice was low and rumbling like thunder:
"As for your father... Brother Meng Guang..."

He took a deep breath, as if he needed to use all his strength to tell the cruel truth.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze returning to Meng Wei's bewildered face. Each word he spoke was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts:

"He...has...died a tragic death!"

Boom——! ! !
These words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded loudly before the deathly silent mountain gate!

"Wha...what?!"

"The second-in-command... is dead?!"

"Oh my god!!! How could this happen?!"

……

Exclamations, cries of grief, and incredulous screams erupted instantly!
The entire entrance to the mountain stronghold was plunged into chaos and grief!
At the eye of the storm, Meng Wei was completely frozen in place, as if struck by lightning!
His expression froze instantly, his eyes widened like copper bells, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets!

His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out; only a hissing sound, like a broken bellows, came from his throat.

The color drained from his face instantly, like the tide receding, leaving it ashen and lifeless!
"Dad...Dad..."

He murmured absentmindedly, as if he didn't recognize the two words.

Then, as if his bones had been removed, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, frantically pounding the cold, hard ground with his hands, tears and snot streaming down his face.

next moment.

A figure also arrived in front of Yin Leiling.

It’s Mu Shanqing!
(End of this chapter)