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Yan Wenqing didn't know if he should forgive himself or be happy that he hadn't slashed the sword through He Lintong's throat, but he believed that the Blue Lotus was worth believing. Her pleading eyes were worth believing, and what was even more important was that he trusted his brother.

He Lintong was a good man, he was not his enemy.

Yan Wenqing slowly returned to the mountain. From beginning to end, his heart was no longer there. This mountain road that he had walked countless times in the past was so long that he would occasionally run into a rock or tree branch under his feet. His mind was thinking about who had knocked his Master down in a pool of blood. As he thought about it, the blood stains in his mind spread to his entire body, and his body trembled as if it had been struck by a biting cold wind. Yan Wenqing stopped in his tracks. His eyes quietly looked ahead, but there was nothing in front of him. It was as if the entire world had become terrifyingly barren.

He walked to the front of the wooden house. The sky was shining down on his body, and he immediately felt a boundless warmth. He had never felt this kind of warmth and comfort before. His entire face welcomed the sunlight.

"Grandmother." Yan yelled out into the sunlight, but didn't hear any response. He called out again, but didn't answer. Yan turned around and walked back into the house. "Grandma, grandma."

Since she came to live here, her grandmother had not left the mountain. Since her ankle had been twisted, she had not left her house. She had been in the yard bathing in the sun or in the house, but now she did not answer. Yan Wenqing's heart was completely empty at that moment.

He searched every corner of the cabin. From beginning to end, there was no one.

"Grandma, Grandma." The entire world darkened, and the world spun. Yan Wenqing's eyes began to blur as everything began to blur. His body collapsed and he had lost everything.

He rushed out of the house like a madman.

He thought of He Lintong, that face with the gentle gaze. At this moment, he was so ferocious, a hypocritical wolf. Yes, it had to be them, those cruel villains. Why didn't he cut their throats one by one with his sword?

The sunlight that shot down from the sky was like many sharp arrows that were slaying their bodies.

The tree in front of him opened its mouth wide, wanting to devour his body. It took away everything, Yan Wenqing kept running, but he couldn't run anymore. He lost his grandmother that he relied on to survive, and the entire world was stripped away by those villains.

The mountain road stretched far ahead without an end. Yan Wenqing felt that he was running on this endless road. Was there something he was looking for at the end of the road? Everything was too blurry to see clearly.

"Brother Wen Qing." "A melodious and worried voice cried out somewhere." "Brother Wen Qing." The voice was earth-shattering.

A woman ran towards Yan Wenqing in panic from the front of the road.

"Grandmother." Yan Wenqing could vaguely see the shadow of a person running in front of him. Unable to run anymore, Yan Wenqing sat paralyzed on the ground.

"Brother Wen Qing." "Chen Feiyan ran to Yan Wenqing's side and helped him up." Brother Wen Qing, what's wrong? "

"I saw them. They are the ones that I want to take away from my family. I want revenge." Yan Wenqing's eyes burned with hatred, "I want revenge."

Chen Feiyan was panicking. What was going on? Who were they? He must be Yan Wenqing's enemy.

"Grandmother." Yan Wenqing muttered to himself. His body slightly trembled as he felt an unprecedented cold. Cold waves penetrated his body.

"Brother Wen Qing, my grandmother is at my place." Hearing Yan Wenqing mumbling to himself, Chen Feiyan seemed to realize something. He did it because his grandmother was so anxious, because he didn't see her so frightened. Seeing Yan Wenqing collapsed on the ground, Chen Feiyan started to blame herself in her heart. She was always good to herself, but when Yan Wenqing wasn't home, she took her grandmother away without prior notice.

"Grandmother, let's go. I'll bring you to my house and give you a surprise. " Chen Feiyan hugged the old granny's arm. Her face was full of smiles, which looked so beautiful under the bright sunlight. The smile rippled in the sunlight.

"No, I can't. Qing`er will be worried if she doesn't see me at home later." The old granny looked benevolently at Chen Feiyan and said, "I haven't left the mountain ever since I came here. This is great, there are mountains and water, there's no noise."

"Aiya, it's okay, I'll wait a bit to tell Brother Wen Qing that he won't be worried." The smile on her face was enough to show that she would give the old granny a huge surprise.

"This old bones of mine won't be able to walk." The old granny still refused. She was still afraid that Yan Wenqing wouldn't be able to find her, so she was worried. She had never left this place before. Every day when Yan Wenqing returned, she would wait for him.

"Grandma, you can come with me. Our carriage is at the intersection and we won't let an old man like you walk." Chen Feiyan was still persistent.

"Qing'er went to the teahouse." The old granny hesitated, "Alright, you little girl."

Yan Wenqing stared at Chen Feiyan with his blurry eyes. Suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. The muscle on his face was trembling slightly.

The world had almost engulfed everything about him.

"Brother Wen Qing, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought Grandma away without telling you, it's all my fault." Seeing Yan Wenqing's tears, Chen Feiyan suddenly felt scared. He dabbed at his tears with his sleeve. This man, the hero in people's hearts was currently so weak.

"Do you know? I saw them, and I'm afraid I'll lose my only grandmother. " Yan Wenqing was like a helpless child who had gone through a great deal of grief to find the things he loved.

The wind blew past the treetops overhead and made a rustling sound. The world became quiet and the leaves that were slightly swaying in the wind could be seen once again on the path leading to the mountain. The white clouds calmed down once again in the blue sky.

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