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"Hehe, the two of you really are carved from the same mold. Such arrogant heroism, you deserve to suffer so much!" Old man Bai's face was ashen as he coughed twice. He felt as if he was stuck in a pit of his stomach. For a moment, he was unable to breathe.

Fan Mu stared fixedly at the white haired old man, his eyes filled with a piercing green light. Although he didn't say anything, everyone could tell that he was enraged to the extreme.

Fan Mu gritted his teeth. If it weren't for the appearance of Old Man Bai, he would have already escaped with his broken teeth.

He did not know if this was the real world or an illusion under Ying's control. Ying's ability had long surpassed his understanding, and her surroundings were so realistic. Although it was hard to imagine, he could not treat this place as an illusion.

Old Man Bai was slightly taken aback. He understood a lot from Fan Mu's gaze. He shouldn't have poked at Fan Mu's most taboo area. That's right, if it was anyone else who insulted his father in front of him, they definitely wouldn't have been able to stand it.

"Never mind, never mind, brat, I didn't come here today to argue with you." The white haired old man shook his head, stretched out his hands with a faint smile on his face, and said softly, "Welcome home."

Half a second ago, his mind was still filled with thunder and lightning, and the frantic thunder seemed as if it could swallow him in the next moment. However, half a second later, everything changed, the thunder went out, the rain stopped, the wind died down, and the warm sunlight broke through the thick layer of clouds, shining on his body like holy light.

Previously, after sleeping for who knows how long, he was unable to say the words "I'm going home", but now, his dream had come true. It was just like Ying Ying had promised him, as long as he wanted it, she could fulfill it for him.

"Old man!? "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly." Fan Mu pressed his ear against his ear, and the emotions he had suppressed deep inside swelled up. In a split-second, he felt his vision grow hazy.

Who wants to be a homeless child, run away from home people just did not encounter a home to accommodate him.

Fan Mu did the same, saying that the only thing he would do to his family was to destroy it. However, when he heard the word "go home," everything changed, and a warm feeling that came with difficulty kept his sealed heart, he quietly opened his heart and tried to look at the world again.

"Welcome home," the white-haired old man said with a benevolent smile. His smile was like the gentle breeze of spring, brimming with vitality wherever he went.

He made a gesture of invitation, then turned around. "Come on, everyone is waiting for us."

"Alright, let's go back together," said Fan Mu as he rubbed his eyes. He followed behind the white haired old man and walked down the road that led directly to the Zong family's residence.

Fan Mu didn't know how many times he had walked along the small path in his dreams, and even knew exactly where he had grown a tree.

However, he had always had nightmares. It had been a long time since he had walked down this path with such calmness.

"I heard that you recovered your strength after receiving the guidance of an expert?" Old Man Bai suddenly asked.

"What do you mean, where did these rumors come from?" Fan Mu was speechless, thinking to himself how could he not know about this.

"Hmm? A few days ago, someone sent a letter saying that Young Master Fan had completed his studies and wanted us to welcome him. The elders thought that this was just a teasing letter, but after reading it, they smiled as if nothing had happened. However, the Patriarch repeatedly reminded me that I must welcome him.

"Is there such a thing!?" Fan Mu tapped his ears, suspecting that he had misheard.

"What!? You brat, after obtaining your abilities, you're still not admitting to it!? "Weird and low-key," Old Man Bai coughed lightly.

"Uh, isn't this just being low-key?" Fan Mu's mouth twitched. He was very tired, as he hadn't expected that after being away for so many years, the Zong family would have heard of him being taught by a master and would have a pleasant life.

"It's just that the hidden place is too deep, and you didn't even tell me, your master. Who said that you were master for life? Good thing you have an expert as your master, so this old man won't be able to help you, right?" The white-haired old man joked as his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Fan Mu facepalmed. Old Man White's words left him speechless.

He was truly taken in as a disciple by a few experts. Pharaoh and Qin Yin's status in the Nine Prefectures Empire was unquestionably above that of the heroes. However, the two of them had only signed an agreement on a master and disciple, in fact, they hadn't taught anyone anything.

"Ah, I knew it," the old man said, feigning sorrow. His wrinkled face was as tight as a swamp, and if one didn't know it, one would think he was a dead son, on his way to his funeral.

"Old man, don't belittle yourself, alright?" Fan Mu was speechless. He was one of the few who knew the strength of Old Man Bai. In terms of strength, he was far above Old Law, and Fourth Wolf was but four docile Husky.

"Sigh, it's all my fault for being young and ignorant and taking you in." The white haired old man shook his head with a dejected expression.

Fan Mu knew this old man was joking, but every time he would joke like it was true. Once, when he was lying in bed holding his breath, he would let everyone think that he was dead, and when the Patriarch personally placed the white chrysanthemum in front of his coffin, the old man would casually sit up from the coffin, touch his head and ask where it was, and it would be so cold that he would not be able to sleep. In the end, he would be fine.

Fan Mu ignored him and continued to walk forward. Six years ago, he had been at Zong Family's residence for a long time, and it had been six years since they parted. His hatred and his will were concentrated here, and only at this point could he feel the scent of his family, his parents.

"Ai ai ai ai, don't leave!" The white-haired old man grew anxious and shouted for Fan Mu to stop.

The corner of Fan Mu's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Old Man Bai, asking carelessly, "Old man, what else do you want?"

"You really are an uninteresting boy. You have been following me for so many years, yet you don't have any comedic skills, so you probably haven't learned anything other than to make fun of me." Old Man Bai smirked. He wasn't angry about the position that Fan Mu had given to him, but in private, Fan Mu always called him that because he was too bored, and sometimes he also thought so himself.