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"My dad told me that this is a very important thing, I can't lose it. My brother also has an identical jade horn." Yuchi Yao said.

Everyone knew that this jade horn was important, but they didn't understand either.

Yuchi Yao looked guiltily at Yan Wenqing. "Thank you. I misunderstood you last time."

"Hur hur, it's fine." Yan Wenqing replied with a smile all over his face.

"You've known each other for a long time?" Chen Feiyan asked in surprise.

"Oh, we met at Chang An Street last time." Yan Wenqing explained.

"Then let's go back first. This person desperately wants this jade horn. Staying any longer would cause some side issues. I'll send Yao Yao back." Chen Feiyan said.

Yan Wenqing said, "I'll send you off as well. I've been wanting to visit General Yuchi for a long time, but I just can't find the right time to do so. I'll go with you guys." In reality, Mid-Autumn Night was very grateful to him for releasing Gao Wei from his arrest. Even after so long, he still hadn't had the chance to thank him.

"Alright, then let's go together." With that, Chen Feiyan led them out of the abandoned yard.

He couldn't stumble away from the end of East Alley because his head was still blurry from the fight. His back was wounded and bleeding, and his chest was in a heart-wrenching pain. The injured Lin Ming was not thinking about his physical condition, but rather that jade horn that he had not obtained. That jade horn was the lifeblood of him and Lin Xingzi.

When he reached the end of an alley, he suddenly saw a person standing in front of him, breathing heavily and not slowly raising his head. This unfamiliar yet familiar face was filled with killing intent, he felt that the person standing in front of him was burning with rage, and his two eyes were like two sharp daggers shooting towards him, causing him to slowly take two steps back.

The person standing in front of him holding the sword, trembling with excitement in his hand, was precisely He Lintong.

When he saw someone frantically running in the alleyway with his chest covered, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He didn't know if he should have seen this scene, he just wanted this hateful person to no longer appear in this world. But he did pass by her alive. Why didn't he kill him? Why didn't he avenge his second junior brother?

Cold sweat broke out from He Lintong's hands, and the sword in his hand began to tremble.

He Lintong walked closer and closer, and slowly backed away. At this moment, he was powerless to face this person filled with killing intent and hatred.

He Linger seemed to be in extreme pain, "Why aren't you dead?"

"Hehe, why must I die." He couldn't steal it, so he hugged his chest and retreated.

"Why didn't he kill you?" His lips were trembling, all the cells in his body were expanding, and deep hatred was seeping out from his pores. He really did not want to get too close to that answer.

Looking at the increasingly murderous He Lintong, whose eyes were burning with hatred, he couldn't feel the killing intent coming at him like a storm. Thus, he turned around to flee. He knew that this would only bring about death. He could not just die like this. He had to protect Xingzi well.

Behind him, He Lintong took a big stride forward and stepped on the dilapidated wall, jumping ahead of the wall that couldn't be stolen. He gritted his teeth and closed his face, twitching so hard that he couldn't move his body properly. The wound on his back was still bleeding, and blood splashed all over the ground.

He Lintong drew his sword and leaped over He Lintong's armpit.

Perhaps this was the fate of the martial arts world. Perhaps this time, he was not fighting for himself, but he would use the weapon in his hand to stab someone in the chest and take that person's life. Everyone had their own faith, and his precious life was fighting for it. He couldn't steal it for the woman he loved, or for his junior brother. Their faith was worth fighting with their lives. Even their blood would splatter all over the ground.

His injured body was no longer able to defend. The pain in his chest felt like it was about to explode. He Ling Tong swung his arm towards him, but was unable to dodge to the side. His fist smashed into the wall, creating a large hole. Following which, He Lintong smashed his backhand towards the back of the ape that couldn't be stolen, and the fierce killing intent from the ape shattered his aura and his life.

He dragged his aching body along the ground, trying to crawl towards the place where he had returned to. The sword sliced through the air with a scream, a sadness, and a fury, stabbing into his body.

The world spun, and blood spurted out in all directions.

The blood on the tip of the sword slowly dripped down, dripping onto his warm body and onto the icy cold ground.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Holding the trembling He Lintong, he roared towards the sky.

Blood was spreading on the ground, the sky was still the same blue sky, bright sunlight sprinkled on the walls, turning its cycle of reincarnation.

A figure flashed at the end of the alley.