C90 Return of Traveller

Following the voice, a robust old man walked out of the hall. Beneath his white hair was a face reddened by flames, eyebrows standing erect at the sides of his eyes, and a deep line between his eyes accentuated his resolute personality. He was the one that Cheng Jian missed day and night, the 53rd generation Jian Hun breaking the sword. Ye, also known as Cheng Jian's father!

"Father," Cheng Jian's voice was choked with sobs, "Your son is unfilial, your son is back."

He lowered his head like a child who has done something wrong, but from time to time he glanced at his father's serious face.

"Humph," said the broken sword with a heavy snort, "You still know how to come back? You say that your son is unfilial, but you still ran away after knowing that he is unfilial? "If I was a few years later, would an old bones like me be able to see you again?!"

"I know I was wrong. Father, are you okay?"

"He won't die yet!" The Broken Sword's attitude did not change at all. He was still furious. Looking at the people around them, they all felt a chill run down their spines.

"Master," Chib came out to smooth things over, "Look at Eldest Young Master, you haven't even washed his face yet, do you?"

"Is this your child?" The broken sword ignored Chib's plea and pointed at Chang Jing as she asked coldly.

"Yes, dad, he's your grandson. He's about to turn eighteen this year." Cheng Jian answered with fear and trepidation.

"Life is really fast," looking at Chang Jing's tall stature, the broken sword could not help but exclaim emotionally, "Back then, you were only this big!"

"Child, why haven't you asked your parents to bring you back to your grandfather's place all these years? My grandson is already so old! " The broken sword walked to Chang Jing's side, her expression easing up.

"Hurry up and call me grandpa." Rou Xin tugged on Chang Jing's sleeves lightly as he reminded him.

"Grandfather, Mom and Dad actually miss you a lot. "It's all father's fault. In the past, he was afraid that he would be scolded by you when he returned, so …"

There was no other way. For the sake of peace in this world, Chang Jing had to sacrifice her integrity.

"Heh, your dad is a coward. Where would parents really blame their children? " The Broken Sword's attitude gradually became more benevolent as he continued to ask, "Child, what's your name?"

"Chang Jing, Chang Jingye." Chang Jing replied excitedly.

"Chang Jing?" The broken sword frowned.

"Yes, Father. His name is Chang Jing. " Cheng Jian confirmed.

"Chang Jing? Do you think it's wrong today? I feel like it's wrong today! " The Broken Sword's attitude turned bad once again, "Haha, you really are my good son! Before you left home, you were wrong. After you ran away, you experienced the true meaning of life?! "

The Sword Qi had turned completely red. With a turn of its body, it flicked its sleeves and left the crowd in a daze.

"Eldest Young Master, I'll take you to the room you used to live in." The Chib sighed and said.

"Let's go back to our room to rest." Cheng Jian laughed bitterly as he led his wife and children to the room behind Chib.

"Don't blame the old master," Chib said as he walked, "Actually the old master cares a lot about you. After you left, he specially instructed us to clean your room every day. Everything inside will remain exactly the same without being touched! "

Hearing that, Cheng Jian was moved, and silently followed Chib. Behind him, Chang Jing and her son didn't even say a word — one was blaming himself for his name, and the other was blaming himself for making things difficult for his husband.

They turned left and right, the four of them finally arrived at the eastern side of microsporium, where Cheng Jian used to live.

"Eldest Young Master, please rest first. I'll send someone to help you cleanse your body of dust." The Chib said respectfully.

"Go ahead," Cheng Jian said as he waved his hand.

"Dad, don't be discouraged. I think grandpa is rather easy to talk to! " Chang Jing encouraged.

"Let's hope so!" Cheng Jian laughed bitterly.

The three of them sat there for a long time. There were several times when Chang Jing wanted to create some atmosphere, but she was always forced back by her father and mother's pitiful gazes.

"I'll take you to see my mother." Cheng Jian stood up and said, "I wonder how that old lady is doing now."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a sound coming from outside the door.

"Child, you're finally back!"

A Old Mistress walked in supported by a maidservant. Her face was pale and her silver hair fluttered in the wind.

"Mother!" Cheng Jian knelt in front of Old Mistress, hugged her leg and cried: "Your son is unfilial and caused you trouble!"

The previous number one beautiful woman of the month and wind had become like this. Anyone who saw her would feel sad, not to mention their son who had eloped for twenty years!

"It's good that you're back!" Old Mistress was also full of tears, as she caressed Cheng Jian's head and muttered.

"Mom, how have you been these past few days?"

"Alright, look, isn't mother fine? It's just that my heart is so tight with longing! " Before he finished speaking, Old Mistress's face suddenly revealed an expression of pain, his lips instantly turned purple, as he clutched at his chest, looking like he was about to faint.

"Mother!" Cheng Jian panicked, he immediately stood up and supported her, but in his heart he was helpless to do anything.

"Not good, quickly send someone over, Old Mistress fainted!" The maidservant screamed in fear, luring all the people from the Jian Hun Family over.

The people surrounded microsporium and discussed. Although they all had different appearances, they all had the same look on their faces, which was the despair of life, the pity of life.

"Mother, please wake up. What happened to you!" Cheng Jian shouted.

"Old Mistress, I'm afraid he is … "I can't take it anymore!" maidservant who had helped Old Mistress in said with a crying face, "The doctor said that if she appeared unconscious again, even the Great Firmament Deity would not be able to save her!"

"Mother!" Cheng Jian could not help but cry loudly.

At this moment, a familiar but incomparably solemn voice came from behind them.

"The holy Water Sprite of Heaven and Earth, possessing the maternal aura of benevolence …" Please save the person in front of me, with your mercy, save her! — As gentle as water! "

Immediately, a white ray of light shot slowly from Chang Jing's right hand towards Old Mistress's chest where her heart was. The light was as gentle as water, it became thicker and gentler, gradually enveloping Old Mistress within it …

When Chang Jing used "Like Water Gentle" to treat the Old Mistress, the rest of the people left their rooms for the sake of not delaying his treatment.

"What the hell is going on?" Cheng Jian had already stabilized his emotions, he grabbed the maidservant's hand and asked.

"Old Mistress had an old injury on her chest just now, then …" maidservant was confused.

Cheng Jian knew about her mother's old injuries. He had first met her father when she was young, and because of the evil people trying to sow discord between them, he misunderstood that her father had used his sword to stab his. After realizing the truth, her father had brought her to all sorts of famous doctors in the world. As their father took good care of their mother, they gradually learned that they loved each other and eventually became married.

"What happened next?!"

Because of the nervousness in his tone, Cheng Jian couldn't help but become more tense. He scared the maidservant and said in a cold voice, "After that, ever since you left, her condition became more and more serious …."

As she spoke, she looked at Cheng Jian's hands that were pinching hers in fear, as if she was afraid that he would crush his hands.

Only now did Cheng Jian realize that he had lost control of himself, and he let go of his hand while feeling ashamed.

"Her illness has worsened in the past few days. The doctor has instructed her not to get too worked up, or else once she faints …"

She could not continue with her words, and Cheng Jian could no longer bear listening to it either. His heart had long ago fallen into a deep self-blame.

Rou Xin felt his sadness and clenched his hands tightly behind him, "It's okay, Chang Jing will cure his grandmother, it's definitely okay!"

"What's wrong with your mother!?" The broken sword flew over after hearing the news, and asked loudly when it reached Cheng Jian.

"She …" Cheng Jian could not continue, he could only stare blankly at his father who had a nervous expression.

"Pa!" A slap landed on Cheng Jian's face, "It's fine if you died outside, but why did you come back! See how much you've done to your mother! "

After hitting Cheng Jian, he furiously slapped himself as he muttered.

"It's all my fault!"

The Broken Sword ignored Cheng Jian's obstruction, and pushed open the door to enter the room. With a glance, he only saw a ball of white light filling the entire room, and inside the white light were two faint golden colored figures.