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"This guard sure has guts." Zhuo Yi sighed with emotion, "Using a secret envoy's token to impersonate a command, this is the crime of beheading."

The Qi King smiled, "I'm not sure if he can agree to it. Thankfully, Chen Huayi is also in the vicinity, so I have a choice if he doesn't agree to it. This is for the best, and saves a lot of time. "

"Fourth Uncle." Zhao Baiyi took a deep breath and said, "Although I can't order everyone to join father's army of seven, at least two hundred people will be released."

The Qi King understood what he meant, and there was no need to be polite with his nephew. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "You have to wait until daybreak to draw the person out. Forget it, extinguishing the fire is more important."

Zhao Baiyi replied with a grunt. He glanced sideways at Bai Zhen and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

The corners of Bai Zhen's lips twitched, but in the end, he was unable to force out a smile. "Clearly, it's very bad." Looking at the fire in his eyes, he said in a fiery red voice, "I didn't even know if Qing Han was alive or dead, and I just knocked Zi Yu out. "God knows how much he'll hate me when he wakes up. God knows what idiocy he'll do when he wakes up." The hollow voice masked all fear and hesitation.

How difficult was it to ignore the bleeding heart and face the full destruction with complete calmness? Zhao Baiyi didn't dare to think about it.

Perhaps it was because Bai Zhen had seen through his thoughts, but he narrowed his eyes and carved the blood within them even deeper. "My surname is Bai, I am the son of Bai Yutang, so I must endure through this." After pausing for a moment, he then added, "Father really does think that I can be like him."

Zhao Baiyi pursed his lips and asked, "Teacher, when will you be back?"

Bai Zhen curled his lips, "Who knows?" He slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Baiyi with his slightly disoriented eyes. "Yunyi, can you do me a favor?"

Zhao Baiyi was taken aback. "What?"

"I'm a bit tired and a bit sleepy, lend it to me to lean on." His voice became softer and softer, and after a moment, his eyes dimmed, and he collapsed to the ground as if he had collapsed. The faint smile on his lips rapidly faded away as he fainted. However, Zhao Baiyi was able to see it clearly. Indeed, he was smiling.

"Sigh!" Zhao Baiyi hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, as if he had lost all his strength. He kneeled down with a startled expression, but he did not stand up – or, it could be said, he had lost the strength to do so.

At that moment, the blood drained from his face was reflected in the light of the fire. It was gentle and distinct. It really did resemble his father. Elegant and calm, calm in the face of danger, unwilling to show weakness … This kind of person's tears could only flow deeper. What he didn't know was that what flowed into his heart was blood.

Zhao Baiyi's fingernails dug deep into his palms. He took advantage of the slight but sharp pain to hold back his tears.

He was afraid of Teacher, but what he was afraid of was Teacher leaving with a heart as dead as death and having nothing to live for. He never wanted to see that kind of teacher again! However, Bai Zhen had ruthlessly wanted him to look at it once more. His eyes dried up amidst the haze of blood, and he humiliated Shi Xiaobai to the point of death.

"You are not a teacher. You are different." Zhao Baiyi's lips were moving, but no sound came out. Even the voice that was loud enough for him to hear was choked in his throat.

The tears still flowed silently.

The Qi King and Zhuo Yi silently looked at Zhao Boyi. Surprisingly, they didn't disturb him. Two elders who were in their fifties and had seen many vicissitudes of life, looked at the only sober junior who could not even bear to cry out, yet lacked the courage to look in each other's eyes and see the same sigh they themselves.

For such a young child, there were no tears nor was there any fear. Even if he used the last bit of his strength, he still had to pull out that unreal smile before he was willing to collapse.

What could be more painful than watching your own nephew suffer so much?

No, no...

Finally, it was Jiang Wuyan who decided to break the silence. "Crown Prince, let's go back to the house Master Bai told me about. We can't delay Yun Mo's injury any longer."

Zhao Baiyi raised his head to look at the unconscious Zhao Qingyan and muttered, "Seventh Brother." Gritting his teeth, he carried Bai Zhen and stood up, nodding. "Let's go." His tears were quickly washed away by the heat wave, and there was no trace of the sadness in his eyes from before.

The flames were still burning the eyes of the living, but no one had the strength to mourn the deathly pallor.

The sound of splashing water and the crackling of burning wood became quieter and quieter as they walked away.

— —

On top of a tall building that no one noticed, a man wrapped in a grey cloak was coldly watching everything that was happening below with his right hand behind his back. The empty sleeves of his left arm fluttered in the wind, making his body appear even thinner and colder.

He retracted his gaze, and turned half his body to look at another person hidden in the darkness. "There shouldn't be any problems with that Bai Zhen, right?"

"No, I've been watching him myself. What can a young man hide from me? "

The man laughed coldly, "I remember that he is the same age as you."

The person in the darkness scoffed, "I think so. I even saw him when I was young. What? Does second uncle not trust me? "

The man turned around and said lightly: "Of course I trust you. But what I am more afraid of is the son of Baiyadang. "

"If you're not even going to kill Mu Qinghan, what's there to be afraid of Bai Zhen for?"

The man was silent for a moment. "The Marquis of the Trojan Horse didn't spit anything out, so what I want to get is in the hands of his disciple. If he still wants to protect the Mu Family's lifespan, then the location where his disciple is hiding will definitely not be known by Mu Qing Han. "

That person didn't answer his question immediately. It was only after a while that he said, "The Marquis of the Trojan Horse no longer has the strength to fight back. It wasn't just you and me that began to move. What else is there to be afraid of?"

The man said, "Of course I'm afraid that the number of people participating in this game will increase. Zhao Qingyan and Bai Zhen; that thing might very well be on either of them. "You and I will keep an eye on them. You absolutely cannot let that thing fall into the hands of Bai Yutang or else all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Fine, I understand. I'll go watch over Bai Zhen."

The man slightly nodded and asked, "Yu Yin Pavilion and Bewitching Butterfly Town, which one are you confident in?"

"Haha, Feng Yunxuan is already dead in my grasp, and the other half of the Yu Yin Pavilion is no match for this little fellow. As for Bewitching Butterfly Town, there's no need to rush.

The man squinted his eyes and let out a long breath, "Yeah, there's no need to rush. As long as the one surnamed Jiang is not stupid, he will absolutely not allow the duke of Trojan Horse to send that thing out. "

"Jiang Wuyan is not a problem. He's not stupid. He'll be willing to cooperate with us eventually. It won't be time." Seeing his reaction today, I'm afraid he is planning to take action. "

The man thought for a moment. "Why do you say that?"

"There are a lot of experts from the inner palace, the Qi King Manor, and the Xin King Manor. The reason why they didn't dare enter was because of the mechanism array formation of the marquis' manor. As Tang Xiao's disciple, Zhao Qingyan was naturally confident in his mastery of formations. "But don't forget, Bewitching Butterfly Town is considered half a mechanical family. Jiang Wuyan is definitely not someone who would be stopped by a mere array."

The man nodded. "Indeed. Zhao Qingyan has already rushed in, but Jiang Wuyan is still standing outside. It is suspicious enough."

"He might have even let Zhao Qing in on purpose. With his alertness, if Zhao Qingyan rushed in just like that, would he be able to stop her? "That's why I said, he's not worried about me. What I'm afraid of is whether or not the duke of Trojan Horse will give that thing to his disciple."

The man turned around. "What do you mean?"

"If the Marquis of the Trojan Horse still wants to protect the Mu family for a breath of time, it will instead give us an opportunity to take advantage of. However, if he really intended to kill himself and end this matter, then... The item is probably in the hands of the one surnamed Zhao. "

The man thought for a moment and suddenly said, "There are three people with the surname Zhao."

"Unfortunately, no matter which one it is, it involves too many people. We cannot afford to offend them."

The man decisively said, "Go and keep an eye on Zhao Qingyan, I'm going to keep an eye on Bai Zhen."

"Alright, it's fine. It's better to watch over Zhao Qingyan." From the looks of it, he probably won't wake up for a while. My martial arts are enough to deal with him. "But I sneaked over here. I'll be back in four days. I'll have to leave the rest to Second Uncle."

The man simply said, "Sure." He then shut his mouth tightly, not intending to continue speaking.

"Speaking of which … Second Uncle, which of the two do you think is more difficult? "

The man frowned slightly. "Why did you mention him?"

"Even the Bai Yan Tang has recovered his breath. Second Uncle, do you think that the Ran Tong Pavilion will continue to remain silent?" The person in the darkness let out a few stifled laughs. "Those people who didn't die clean twelve years ago, it's time for you to come out."

The man murmured, "The people of those years are not old, and the young people below have all grown up. It's a certain death situation. I don't know if the enmity can be resolved here. "

"That's why it's over after I die."

A trace of a smile flashed across the man's eyes. "I don't like this solution very much."

"Then pray that you will be one of the final victors." A figure walked out from the darkness, and a silver light flashed under the hat that covered most of his face. His figure then disappeared into the deeper darkness.

The man seemed to smile and murmured, "Yes, I should pray." He clasped his hands together and bowed. Then, with a sneer, he left.

The crisscrossing hatred had officially exploded at this moment. No one could escape the pursuit of revenge in the martial arts world.

A game of chess had already begun.

The faces of the players sitting on either side of him were blurry. Even the pieces on the board were not black and white. However, what he could be sure of was that this game of chess would not stop until one side died.

A chess game that you can't see through, an opponent that you can't see through, a scheme that you can't see through.

The chess pieces that had not been played twelve years ago were now added to the new chess pieces.