The group fell silent for a long ti, and Ruan Xue, unable to stand the atmosphere, spoke up again.
"That Han Clan... what’s that thing about?"
Duan Jingning and Duan Ziqing shook their heads, Zhang Yuksheng, who just entered the Ancient Martial World, shook his head, and even the well-inford Peng Shaohe hadn’t heard of that sect. Everyone shook their heads in unison, turning confused and expectant eyes onto An Yiqing.
"I’m not sure either. I’ve never heard about my ancestor’s life at their Shin before marrying into the An Family," An Yiqing shook her head helplessly, explaining that despite the silver bracelet being a family heirloom capable of storing mories, the segnts it recorded were only post-crisis at Li Wanniang’s Shin—after she took the bracelet and left. Before that, the silver bracelet was always kept in a separate room, inaccessible to Li Wanniang during her ti at Shin, hence it never recorded anything related to her there.
This ans that when Li Wanniang made that promise, she hadn’t yet escaped Shin and married into the An Family. So, regardless of whom she later married, one of her daughters, granddaughters, or great-granddaughters would marry into the Han Clan. Li Wanniang was targeting her descendants, not the An Family.
Thus, the Han Clan’s persistent search for Li Wanniang’s descendants—is it truly about Li Wanniang, or about the silver bracelet?
An Yiqing squinted, thoughts racing through her mind.
"So strange, why so mysterious? This Han Clan makes it all seem mysterious, and that man also seems sneaky—looks like he isn’t a good person," Ruan Xue sneered, clearly dissatisfied with Ah Gang’s attempt to force An Yiqing into marriage.
"Howreckers these days should be dragged out and fed to the dogs."
Xia Hao’s mouth twitched in response to Ruan Xue’s comnt, feeling helpless yet fond of her pure and straightforward nature.
"That man isn’t an easy opponent; it’s best not to underestimate him. To hold his ground against General Gu’s attacks for so long, his strength is evidently not ordinary. At the very least, he’d be at Mid-level Demigod. Xiao Qing, you should be cautious when going out; the way that man looks at you implies deep-seated hatred." Peng Shaohe expressed so concerns about the unknown Han Clan. He liked to understand his enemies thoroughly, and dealt with cryptic adversaries, who were impossible to trace, with utmost caution.
An Yiqing nodded, earnestly considering Peng Shaohe’s advice.
"Nevertheless, your skills are quite advanced; even if you can’t win outright against that man, you wouldn’t lose your life. Currently, it’s General Gu we should be worrying about..."
Peng Shaohe’s words reminded everyone of the oath engraved on the token—a curse from Li Wanniang stating that the loved one would suffer heavenly lightning strikes. Everyone present, except outsiders Xia Hao and Peng Ze, knew the gravity of a promise in the Ancient Martial World.
What if the curse did manifest? Despite Gu Yelin’s formidable power, could he defy the heavens? Would he face the threat of being struck by lightning at any mont?
Everyone’s hearts were shrouded in a shadow. Here, other than the three generations of Peng Shaohe’s family, everyone had witnessed An Yiqing and Gu Yelin’s journey together; no one hoped for such a loving pair to be separated by life and death.
At this mont, An Yiqing, who had been quiet all along, suddenly burst out laughing as she looked at everyone.
"Why do you all look so worried? It’s just a curse, sothing from over a thousand years ago that may or may not still hold any power."
Despite An Yiqing’s words, it did not alleviate their concerns; they all frowned in entanglent. Even Peng Ze, ignorant of Ancient Martial matters, had a pained expression, sharing the group’s worries.
"Xiao Qing, how can you still laugh? It’s lightning strikes from the heavens! With General Gu potentially getting struck at any ti, isn’t that comparable to having a ti bomb around his neck? One day: boom!"
Ruan Xue’s voice dwindled, too frightened to continue.
"How is it as exaggerated as you say?" An Yiqing, caught between laughter and tears, quipped, "Do you think Lord Thunder and Mother Lightning have nothing better to do than to hover over Ah Lin’s head every day? Lightning strikes in the Ancient Martial World are bound by heavenly timings, not random little sparks that’d fall anyti. Besides, Ah Lin is about to breakthrough to Breaking Void to Divinity, making him virtually invincible. If faced with such lightning strikes, he wouldn’t be entirely defenseless."
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