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"Yes, I'm leaving Odin Town."

Qi Tian gazed at the slowly rising night sky in the distance, "Going to a faraway place, I may not come back for a long time."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Long Haochen's smile froze: "Leave? Why?"

"My parents were members of a demon hunter group who died at the hands of demons."

Qi Tian spoke slowly, his voice lowering, "I once felt that I could never follow their path because my innate spiritual power was too low, so I left the Holy City..."

"But watching you grow up these past two years, I've remembered their words—'A knight's sword should never be sheathed out of fear.'"

He looked at his hands: "I have found my path. This path requires me to go to more dangerous places and experience more brutal battles. If I stay in Odin Town, my growth will stagnate."

At this point, Qi Tian looked at Long Haochen, who was somewhat stunned, and smiled:

"Haochen, there's no need to be sad. You're a squire now, and you'll definitely leave Odin Town in the future. We'll meet again! Perhaps I'll need your help someday?"

At this point, Qi Tian burst out laughing.

Long Haochen listened intently, his eyes reddening, but he bit his lower lip hard and didn't cry.

Although he didn't know what the Demon Hunters were, he could sense the sadness in Brother Qi Tian's heart.

"I understand! I will definitely work hard in my cultivation!"

He lowered his head, staring at the badge on his chest for a long time, then suddenly looked up, his eyes so sincere it was heartbreaking. "But brother, before you leave... could you come to my house for a meal? Mom has been saying she wants to thank you properly."

He paused, a slightly confused yet expectant expression appearing on his face:

"And... Mom seems to be in a particularly good mood lately. A few days ago she even said she wanted to introduce me to a very important guest."

"I was thinking, if my older brother could come along too... Consider it my way of thanking you for taking care of me these past two years, okay?"

An important guest?

Qi Tian's heart skipped a beat.

This important guest, who neither appears early nor late, is undoubtedly Long Xingyu.

At this moment, this "important guest" is likely watching this conversation from Long Haochen's home, or... somewhere nearby.

No, we must refuse!

The risk of direct contact with Long Xingyu is too great, especially since Long Xingyu still has complicated feelings for Long Haochen, and he doesn't want to be affected.

But he looked at Long Haochen—the boy stood there, his eyes red-rimmed, but his gaze was firm and expectant.

It was the purest emotion, a longing to bring important people to one's family.

Qi Tian remained silent for a long time.

As time went on, the light in Long Haochen's eyes gradually dimmed.

"good!"

Qi Tian finally spoke, his voice gentle, "I'll come to your house tomorrow evening."

He agreed, not rashly, but after careful consideration.

First, rejection would greatly disappoint Long Haochen and might even affect the boy's state of mind afterward.

Secondly, since Long Xingyu has already arrived, he must have noticed him as a knight. In that case, he might as well be open about it.

Finally... he really wanted to see Bai Yue, that gentle yet resilient mother, and say goodbye in person.

"Very good!"

Long Haochen's eyes lit up instantly, and he was so happy he almost jumped for joy. "I'm going back to tell Mom right now!"

The boy hugged Qi Tian tightly, then turned and ran towards the town, waving back as he ran.

"Big brother, you absolutely have to come tomorrow!"

"Definitely!" Qi Tian replied softly, this was his promise to Long Haochen.

He stood there, watching Long Haochen's figure disappear into the night, a knowing smile on his face.

Then he turned around and pushed open the door of the cabin.

boom--!

In an instant, a spiritual pressure as powerful as a collapsing mountain descended.

The invisible spiritual energy, like a tangible hammer, slammed heavily into Lin Feng.

The floor cracked, the fissures spreading. He groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his legs trembling and buckling.

But he did not kneel down.

The light-attribute spiritual energy on his body was like a tenacious straw, constantly helping him.

He gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding, but he slowly raised his knees back up.

The spine is like a bow, bent to its limit, yet it does not break.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the tall figure in the center of the wooden house, whose back was to the door—a man dressed in simple clothes.

The figure didn't turn around, but Qi Tian could feel a gaze falling on him, filled with scrutiny and surprise.

The oppressive aura subtly intensified.

"Clatter..."

The floor beneath Qi Tian's feet shattered completely, and he sank half an inch.

My chest felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand; every breath was accompanied by a burning pain, and my vision began to blur.

Five breaths! Ten breaths!

Just as it was on the verge of collapse, the oppressive force receded like a tide.

"cough--!"

Qi Tian coughed violently and knelt on one knee to steady himself.

Blood dripped, spreading a dark red stain on the sawdust. He gasped for breath, looking up at the retreating figure.

Even without seeing his face, and even though the other party deliberately concealed most of his aura, Qi Tian could instantly confirm that this was Long Xingyu.

That kind of status that resonates subtly with the spiritual energy of the entire world, that kind of presence that seems to be the embodiment of rules.

Moreover, Qi Tian knew even more.

He knew the twisted feelings in this man's heart at this moment—the pain of believing his wife had betrayed him, the deep-seated hatred for the demon race, and the complex feelings of love and affection for his "son," Long Haochen.

He knew that Long Xingyu absolutely could not reveal his identity at this moment, which is why he appeared with his back to him.

Who are you?

Long Xingyu spoke, his voice deep and steady, yet containing an invisible power.

He did not turn around, but remained with his back to Qi Tian.

As a Divine Knight, he still had his pride in using spiritual power to oppress a teenager. If word got out, his reputation would be ruined.

Unless he could make up his mind to kill the boy behind him, but before he could do so, he needed to hear the boy's explanation.

He would never allow Long Haochen to escape his control!

"How dare they hide in Odin Town and presumptuously teach that child the secret techniques of the Knights' Temple."

Long Xingyu's voice turned cold. "What is your crime?"

As expected, Long Xingyu overheard the conversation and also noticed the "teachable traces" behind Long Haochen's solid foundation.

But is Long Haochen just another person? I taught your son and you still want to punish me?

Could it be because of Long Haochen?

Qi Tian forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, took a deep breath, and spoke in as calm a voice as possible:

"Senior, you are wise. I am Qi Tian. I am neither hiding nor passing on any secret techniques without authorization."

He spoke clearly: "I was originally a registered trainee knight of the Knights' Temple. My parents were members of the Demon Hunter Corps. They perished in a demon siege five years ago during the 'Black Mist Canyon' mission."

He struggled to raise his right hand and pulled out the ancient bronze ring from his pocket—the Ring of Heritage.

Infused with spiritual power, the ring projected an illusory light screen, revealing the information and merit assessments of the "parents" in the temple archives.

"After my parents sacrificed themselves, I awakened my innate spiritual power at the age of nine."

Qi Tian's voice was bitter. "My inner spiritual power is less than ten points. Knowing that I have no chance on the path of a knight, and unwilling to stay in the Holy City and be reminded of the past, I received the Ring of Inheritance and left the Holy City to travel. Two years later, I passed through Odin Town, built a hut to stay temporarily, and met Long Haochen, who was only seven years old at the time, in the mountains."

He paused, his tone softening, "The longing for cultivation in that child's eyes touched me deeply."

"I did not teach any temple secrets; what I taught were only the most basic and public methods of spiritual energy sensing, breathing coordination, and power generation techniques."

"This knowledge can be learned by any member of the outer circle of the Knights' Temple."

"As the holder of the Ring of Inheritance, I guided a child who aspired to the path of knighthood, laying the foundation for his future, without violating any temple regulations."

The sound was deafening, plunging the cabin into silence.