I softly responded, also reaching out to hug him. Although I couldn’t guess what was in his heart, at this moment, his voice contained no hint of deception. At least in this sentence, I
As soon as the words fell, a sharp glance struck, and the Master of the Ink Sect said in a deep voice: “Haven’t you been waiting for this day? Do you want to escape for another ten years?”
Mo Junqing’s eyes dimmed: “So you already know that your child has been wandering outside for ten years.”
It turns out that these ten years were not Mo Junqing fleeing, but the Ink Sect Master not allowing him to return. Letting a fourteen-year-old boy drift alone in the jianghu, this father is truly heartless. Now I understand why Mo Junqing’s eyes always look melancholic.
“You carry the mission of the family. If you cannot complete it, never returning is fine.”
Mo Junqing remained silent for a long time before saying: “I understand.” Then he added, “Xiaolian’s bloodline may not… truly be able to destroy Zhuixi.”
I was stunned, and Zhuixi was also shocked. We exchanged a glance, suddenly filled with bitterness.
The Ink Sect Master’s voice was so heavy it almost dripped blood: “Using the blood of one who can control Zhuixi and casting it into the furnace with Zhuixi will completely destroy Zhuixi from this world. One wandering Taoist said this, two wandering Taoists said this, it cannot be wrong.” He then said sternly, “And I will not allow it to be wrong.”
I looked silently at this old man.
What made him determined to destroy Zhuixi, this legendary sword? According to Mo Junqing, ten years ago, his elder brother died because of Zhuixi. Perhaps this is why he wants to destroy it?
I was already prepared for Mo Junqing’s lies, but looking at Zhuixi, I found his gaze indifferent. The initial clarity was gone, replaced more by exhaustion. I reached out to stroke his head, saying: “Don’t be sad. Who hasn’t encountered a few scumbags?”
Fine, this god has gone crazy again. Don’t look at me so aggrieved.
I opened the door, and just as I was about to yawn, I saw a row of people at the door holding basins, towels, and clothes, bowing to me in unison: “Good morning, Miss Lian.”
