The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

This moment.

Ye Xiao's eyes lit up!

This shows that he is no longer confused about his future.

Frosty throat in the icy snow.

Jiang Henian's invitation.

The prosperity of the immortal city.

The death of the old man.

.......

So much has happened during this period.

At the beginning, Ye Xiao was caught off guard and had no preparation.

For Ye Xiao...

If there is one person who has been the most significant to Ye Xiao since he came into this world...

That person is undoubtedly Grandpa Hei.

"I've made up my mind."

Ye Xiao said calmly and firmly, "I will return to Immortal City, kill Adam, and personally expose the dark secrets of Immortal City to the world!"

"You might think I'm being impulsive, but actually, I've thought about it very calmly."

"I did this not to vent, but to let everyone who shares my thoughts and beliefs know that they are not alone."

"Then I will return to my hometown and strengthen my own power, because I alone cannot fight against this force."

Han Fei's eyes revealed an appreciation for the younger generation.

He listened quietly to Ye Xiao's thoughts on the future.

And he's not young anymore.

These are the kinds of drive and ideas that only come with youth.

He no longer has the youthful spirit to act impulsively.

However, he admires young people with this youthful spirit.

That's a very big goal.

"I know, but I'm already on my way."

The morning light had completely crossed the ridgeline.

The entire valley was illuminated.

The stream shimmered with tiny sparkles.

Birdsong drifted from afar, short and clear, like the chimes of a bell tinkling in the wind.

Dawn finally broke.

Han Fei leaned back in his chair, looking at Ye Xiao.

His posture became much more relaxed, and his tone became more casual.

"When I was young, I also thought about changing the world, but later I realized that I could only change some small things."

"I thought that was fine, until I really realized that those small things, in the face of this huge structure, are like a grain of sand falling in the desert, you can't even hear the sound of it landing."

Han Fei's words carried seven parts self-mockery and three parts sigh.

"Do you feel like you've wasted half your life?" Ye Xiao asked.

"No." Han Fei shook his head. "Those small things I changed are real to those people. For example, I spared them an unfair punishment and gave them a little more time."

"Those are real, just not enough..."

"Then make more," Ye Xiao blurted out, expressing his true feelings.

Han Fei remained silent for a long time, then nodded slightly: "I cannot refute your statement for the time being."

then.

Han Fei's teapot was empty.

He went to find firewood and brought a small stove.

A fire was lit right in front of Ye Xiao, and then, using the boiling spring water, a new pot of tea was brewed.

In this process.

Han Fei didn't stop either, chatting with Ye Xiao in a casual way.

Originally, Han Fei thought that he had nothing in common with young people.

Because of the large age gap, a generation gap can easily arise, making it difficult to have a conversation about many things.

But I don't know why.

He and Ye Xiao actually had a lot to talk about.

Perhaps it's because...

He and Ye Zhenghe used to have endless topics to talk about.

To be precise.

There are endless arguments.

But Han Fei did not think those arguments were a bad thing.

On the contrary, he often reminisces about the past, recalling every specific detail of his arguments with old friends.

"How do you define resistance?" Han Fei asked.

"When someone crosses your line, respond directly."

"What if the other party is much stronger than you?"

"Then make yourself stronger. If you're not strong enough right now, survive first, and then gradually accumulate strength until you're able to respond, instead of rushing in to your death when you know you can't win."

Han Fei looked at him thoughtfully: "I know that when you were in Jiang City, you faced opponents who were much stronger than you many times, and the difference in your cultivation levels was also huge, but you still made a move."

"Back then, you had no intention of waiting."

Ye Xiao was not surprised that Han Fei knew about his past.

The function of the main hall was to fulfill the law.

They inherently possess the ability to listen to all sides.

Ye Xiao answered bluntly, "Things were different back then."

"What's the difference?"

"Because back then I had a way out. If I lost, I could practice and fight again. But once I lost to Adam, there would be no way out."

Han Fei did not respond immediately.

He twirled the teacup in his hand, as if examining an idea from all angles to confirm whether it could stand firm.

"So, if one day you really become stronger, how will you respond? Will you confront them head-on, or will you use a roundabout approach to sabotage them?"

"A direct confrontation!" Ye Xiao stated bluntly, "I will let him know that his actions will not go unpunished!"

"You want him to know, and that's more important than simply killing him?"

"This is important!"

Han Fei did not press the matter further.

He watched as the fine ripples on the surface of the water in the glass gradually subsided, and his voice softened.

"You are unlike anyone I've ever dealt with in the Immortal City."

Han Fei left a message that remained in his heart.

"I finally understand why Grandpa Black is so obsessed with you."

Time seemed to slow down in the valley, as if the wind had slowed it down.

The daylight moved slowly along the ridgeline.

The shadows slid from the top of the elm tree on the east side all the way to the base of the low wall on the west side, casting gradually lengthening shadows.

Ye Xiao and Han Fei would occasionally stop to rest for a while.

Don't rush to finish every sentence.

A brief silence hung in the air.

Like the calm moment after the wind has stopped rippling the surface of a lake.

After a few moments of silence.

Han Fei spoke up: "Are you regretting it... about Grandpa Hei's death? If you hadn't come to Immortal City, he wouldn't have died."

Ye Xiao looked down at his hands:

"I've been thinking about this."

"If we hadn't come to the Immortal City, he certainly wouldn't have died..."

"I've even wondered if, in the first place, we had never met, would he have continued guarding his door at school, and I would have followed a parallel historical path with him?"

"We may never have crossed paths, so I won't feel sorry for him because of his death, or miss him because of his departure."

Han Fei's heart was also heavy.

"And now?"

"Now that he's dead, I'm finally beginning to understand him and comprehend many of the things he said to me before he died. Grandpa Black wasn't one to talk nonsense, so every word he said to me guided the direction of my life. If I choose to regret it, it would be equivalent to negating what he did on his last night."

Han Fei sighed: "What he did that last night could have been avoided. He could have followed you when you ran away, but he didn't."

"Because he knew that even if they followed, they couldn't escape; someone had to die at Adam's hands."

Ye Xiao closed his eyes, his voice trembling: "So he traded his life for mine, not to make me regret it, but to let me keep going."