Chapter 540 Abandon One's Wife and Son

"What's going on?" When Luo Mo's figure completely disappeared from everyone's eyes, Ye Hongjian couldn't help but ask.

She heard something from Xu Han's last words, and she had some guesses in her heart, but she could not confirm it, so she asked this question.

Hearing this, Xu Han turned to look at Ye Hongjian. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. In the end, he could only sigh and say, "A troubled autumn…"

As Fang Ziyu listened to this conversation, she was naturally very confused. She blinked her eyes and said, "Didn't Luo Mo say that he would only give us three days? Shouldn't we quickly think of a way to investigate this matter?"

But who would have thought that Xu Han would shake his head at that time and say, "No need?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Immediately, someone couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

At that time, Xu Han's gaze swept across the crowd. Then, he looked at the group of swordsmen not far away. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and said softly, "It's no longer important."

After saying this, he didn't give everyone time to digest it. He turned to look at Nangong Zhuo and asked, "Where's Nangong Jing?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Nangong Zhuo was stunned. He turned his head to look around and discovered that Nangong Jing had long disappeared. He was puzzled, "He was still here just now. Why did he disappear?"

"No problem." Xu Han said with a calm expression, "Go find her and let her notify Xiao Anaconda to return to the Royal City as soon as possible."

At this point, Xu Han paused for a moment, and his tone became a bit low. He continued, "If she still wants to protect the Sword Handling Pavilion."

The people present were naturally first-rate smart people, Upon hearing this, their expressions changed. They probably came to their senses. Thinking about it, Xu Han's conversation with the newly promoted immortal wasn't as pleasant as they had imagined. His departure wasn't a compromise, but to prepare for greater revenge. Such revenge would likely bring along the old opponent of the Crimson Firmament Sect, Xie Min Yu!

If that was the case, then the Sword Handling Pavilion would indeed be a calamity.

Nangong Zhuo was slightly stunned for a moment before regaining his senses. He nodded and was about to turn around to look for Nangong Jing.

"No need." But at this moment, Nangong Jing's cold voice suddenly rang out from the night. Everyone looked over, only to see Nangong Zhuo, who was wearing a blue gauze dress, slowly walking over. Her face was covered in a layer of frost that was no different from her tone.

"Pavilion Master Xiao is back." After she finished saying this, she slowly turned her body away, and the scene behind her appeared before everyone's eyes at that time.

As a result, astonishment coincidentally covered the eyebrows of Xu Han and the others at that time.

…

Great Zhou, Chang'an City.

It was dark, and the night was getting dark. Just then, the husband sounded the drums and gongs at midnight. In an inn, a man with white eyebrows and black hair suddenly opened his eyes.

From the moment he opened his eyes to the moment he stood up, it took him less than half a breath.

Few people can wake up so quickly from deep sleep and react so quickly.

The man clearly did not belong to this special group of people.

He just didn't sleep. Even if he closed his eyes, his head had never fallen into a deep slumber.

He couldn't sleep, not because of anxiety or fear.

He closed his eyes, but he was silent in his heart. Every breath, every breath, and every passing breath meant that he was a step closer to that matter. Just thinking of this made his entire body tremble and his heart scorch. How could he sleep?

From the rainy night of that year, he was knocked off the cliff. After surviving by luck, he had been waiting for this moment to arrive.

He had never forgotten the oath, nor had he forgotten the two corpses hanging high outside the World-saving Palace.

His hibernation, his endurance, was never an escape. He just thought about what he had to do since he had survived. Therefore, he bluntly followed Yuan Guilong and Mo Chen Zi and climbed the Mystic Tooth Mountain. He wanted to find out the source of the calamity that had occurred in the Exquisite Pavilion. In the end, he got the answer as he wished, but he was powerless to change it.

At the same time, he also had some worries in his heart, so he spent some time to break his own worries. This was a bit selfish, but after years of guilt, he was unable to suppress this thought, let alone die peacefully. After all, during that rainy night, when he had fallen into the cliff and thought that he was going to die, all he could think of was such thoughts.

After finishing all this, he immediately returned to Chang'an to do what he had not done during that rainy night.

The time had come.

He stood up from the bed and went to the corner of the room, where there was a basin of water. He looked at the reflection of the water through the sparse starlight outside the room.

He smiled faintly, then stretched out his hand, stained it with some water, combed his hair neatly, adjusted his clothes, and was about to turn around and leave. But at that time, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, but the steps he had just taken were suddenly taken back. He lowered his head and looked at the face reflected in the copper basin, but his brows slowly wrinkled.

He pondered for a long time, as if he was dissatisfied with something, but also seemed to be looking for some important flaws.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand once more and stained the basin with some water. Then, he placed his fingertips on the tip of his eyebrows and gently stroked it. At this moment, the white-browed, black-haired man opened his eyebrows and smiled. Before that, there was some undetectable dust on his two striking white eyebrows.

Today was an extremely important day for him, and facing such a day, he should naturally welcome it with the most perfect posture.

This kind of perfection was perfect in any sense. The man did not feel that there was anything wrong with his actions.

After doing all of this, he was finally satisfied.

So he turned around again and took his own steps.

…

Outside the inn, the summer night breeze raised the dust on the streets.

When the man arrived, he saw a figure wearing a purple robe and carrying a scarlet sword suddenly walk out of the shadows of his fingers.

He looked at the man up and down and said in a deep voice, "You're sixteen breaths late."

Faced with such accusations, the man shrugged his shoulders and replied seriously, "Something has been delayed."

"Oh." The purple figure nodded without asking, "Take it away."

"Alright." The man nodded.

Thus, the two figures were able to walk side by side on the empty streets of Chang'an City at that time.

The summer night breeze became a little stronger. The starlight in the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the two of them were enveloped in darkness.

"Tell me…"

"Huh?"

"If I die, what will Xiao Xu think of me when he grows up?"

"What do you think he thinks of you?"

"A gentleman who sacrificed himself to save the people, a sage who saved the people, and a Virtuous Paragon who supported the building. Everything is good. He must be a hero, right?"

"Haha…"

"What is the headmaster laughing at?" The purple-robed youth suddenly stopped and asked in confusion.

"You think too much."

"In fact, in the eyes of the child, you will only be an incompetent father."

The white-browed, black-haired man paused for a moment, then said with certainty, "Or rather, he was a bastard who abandoned his wife and son."

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