C102

After he finished eating the steamed bun and drinking the water, he felt more comfortable than he had ever felt before. After he recalled his body strength, he felt that his inner strength was slowly recovering, so he got up and closed the door. He then sat on the bed to circulate his inner strength, wanting to gather it faster so that he could walk around the world as soon as possible.

The energy in his body had already started to flow smoothly, and Ye Mo Han could feel the pores on his body slowly opening up. These countless tiny pores were opening their mouths wide, trying their best to breathe in the surrounding energy, circulating it into his body, making Ye Mo Han feel unspeakably comfortable. In reality, his physical strength and inner force were closely related. Inner force relied on physical strength, but it did not depend on physical strength. When Ye Mo Han's physical strength had recovered to a certain extent, the inner force in his body had also recovered a bit. This internal force that had slightly recovered was very little in comparison to Ye Mo Han's internal force. It was just that Ye Mo Han's body was completely empty. If he were to accumulate even a little bit of inner force, Ye Mo Han would be able to clearly feel it. In the future, when Ye Mo Han's power gradually recovered, his perception would also become less and less. The pores all over his body opened for an hour, and Ye Wen began to feel that they were closing one by one. After all of the pores were closed, the fever from the outside of Ye Wen's body began to subside. Ye Chanhan immediately sunk his Qi into his Dantian, faintly feeling that he could use some of his strength. However, when he gathered his Qi into his Dantian, it immediately dissipated. Ye Mo Han himself shook his head, lying on the dusty bed. He mumbled to himself, "It looks like he hasn't recovered ten percent of his power in a row."

Perhaps, the slower Ye Mo Han's recovery of power was still beneficial for him. Before Ye Mo Han found a perfect solution, the two types of Qi rejecting each other would very likely cause Ye Mo Han's Qi to go berserk, and if it was any lighter, it would result in him spending all his energy, and if his meridians ruptured, he would die.

The next day, Ye Mo Han was awakened by a knock on the door. Ye Han didn't understand. Last night, the servants who brought him the steamed buns had all broken into the house. Who was the one who kept knocking on the door today? It definitely wouldn't be Lu Kun. Judging from his personality, he would definitely be shouting at him to hurry up on him. Ye Mo Han stood up and opened the door. It had been more than a year since he had last eaten in such a comfortable manner, so he felt extremely heavy when he slept.

Outside the door stood a man of about his own age, and behind him stood the submissive Lu Kun. The man was well-tailored, and his lean figure made him look more energetic. His eyes were bright and full of spirit, his face was warm as jade, seeing Ye Mo's cold hands, he said: "I am Lu Zibai, I was not aware that an important guest arrived last night. "Ignorant servant has been inattentive to his guest, I hope you can forgive me."

Lu Zibai's expression was respectful and cautious, as if the cold leaf really was an honored guest. In the past, Ye Chanhan had a very good impression of this sort of person, but now, he did not dare to be careless. He knew that this was just a form of courtesy between people. Sometimes he could even hide a knife in his smile, not to mention that it was his first time meeting a stranger.

"Esteemed customer, I don't dare, I'm just a merchant who escaped from the bandits. I've already troubled you last night, I'll be leaving now." Ye Jianhan cupped his hands in return, and was about to walk past Lu Zibai, wanting to leave this place. He could see that Lu Zibai had already found out that he was lying, but he just hadn't exposed it yet. In this chaotic world, every wealthy family had deep connections with the martial arts world. Ye Mo Han did not know if Lu Ziyi was related to the Hua Shan Sect, so he wanted to quickly leave this place before he was recognised. Now, if he fell into the hands of the Hua Shan Sect, he could only say one word: Death!

She had just walked past him when he suddenly made a move and grabbed her right arm with the back of his hand. Lu Zi Bai was obviously skilled, and her kung fu was not weak, Ye Wen Han was unable to resist and was stopped by him, and her waist was bent down parallel to the ground. Ye Jianhan also said that Lu Zibai had found out who she was, but then a gentle power passed through her right hand into her body. She knew that Lu Zibai was testing her martial arts with his own inner strength. If Ye Chanhan had internal energy, then in the face of such a sudden probing attack, the internal energy in his body would definitely be thrown back. However, Ye Mo Han's internal energy recovery was not even 10%, and when Lu Zi Bai's energy entered Ye Mo Han's body, she felt that everything was empty. Although there was a slight ripple, it was still weak and unnoticeable.

Unable to probe further, Lu Zibai immediately withdrew his hand and apologized to Ye Mo Han: "Esteemed customer, please do not blame me for surviving in this chaotic world. I must be careful."

Ye Mo Han stretched his right arm and smiled: "Young Master Lu is right, can I leave now?"

Lu Ziyu didn't mind Ye Mo's cold tone at all, and instead asked him to stay with her with sincerity: "Forgive me for being rude, but if I were to go somewhere to sleep in my disguise, I wouldn't be treated as a beggar if I were to be treated as a thief. Why not stay here for a few days and let me make amends for my earlier disrespectful behavior?"

"Alright." Ye Zi Han agreed, on one hand, Lu Zi Bai's words were reasonable, and on the other hand, Ye Zi Han also wanted to see what tricks Lu Zi Bai would come up with. Just now Lu Zibai's probing to him made Ye Mo Han even more convinced that he must not judge the person he had only met once. However, it was also because of Lu Zibai's probing that Ye Mo Han would not be in any danger for the time being.

When Lu Zibai saw that Ye Mo Han had agreed, she was obviously very happy. She ordered Lu Kun, "Hurry up and bring your esteemed guest to bathe and change clothes. Also, tidy up a clean room for you to stay in."

A large wooden tub filled with hot water sat comfortably covered in sheets. The water vapor that had been rushing against Ye Wen's cold face all this time had turned into droplets on his forehead and then sunk back into the water. Taking a bath was a very pleasant thing to do, especially for those who spent a lot of time on the road. It could even be considered a small rebirth. "Lu Kun took orders from Lu Zibai to prepare bath water, a razor and a clean new coat for Ye.

Ye Mo Han took a full two hours before he got up from the water, picked up his razor, and shaved his beard. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Ye Mo could not help but feel a sense of anxiety. Lu Zibai was obviously a martial artist, but he did not know where he actually belonged. If he really was close to the Hua Shan Sect, then he should be from the Emerald Jade Pavilion. Could it be that Lu Zibai was the pavilion master of the Emerald Jade Pavilion, the one who had reunited the Jade Split Pavilion, the one who had plotted so many things that no one had ever seen before? Thinking about this, Ye Mo Han bitterly smiled and sighed, thinking that he was too much. If Lu Zibai was the pavilion master of the Emerald Jade Pavilion, how could she not recognize him? Although Ye Mo Han did not know who the pavilion master was, he could sense that this pavilion master knew a lot about him. Before he had fallen down the cliff, Ye Mo Han's every move had been within his expectations, and this was what had truly frightened Ye Mo Han. The people in the dark could pay close attention to Ye Mo Han, but Ye Mo Han knew nothing about the people in the dark. Thinking about this, Ye Mo Han actually felt that falling off the cliff was not a bad thing, at least he had gotten rid of the Jade Pavilion Master's invisible surveillance and control over him.

Laoyun: Dependence of disaster and fortune, fortune and misfortune. Extreme joy often leads to sorrow, and fortune and misfortune often accompany each other. Whether it was fortune or misfortune, how many people were able to see through it before the very last moment?