Li Guanyi patted Chen Wenmian on the shoulder, stood up, and walked away.
Chen Wenmian sat quietly here, seemingly unaware of Li Guanyi’s departure. Outside, Xiao Wuliang saw Li Guanyi coming out alone and stood up, sowhat worriedly looking towards the direction of the Cold Lake, saying:"... The general, he..."
Li Guanyi said:"Just let him think it over by himself."
"Such a significant decision, only he should make it."
Xiao Wuliang remained silent for a long ti and nodded.
Li Guanyi left, and Chen Wenmian sat alone here for a day and a night.
Sitting idly, dazed, lost in thought.
He thought of those youthful events, his interactions with Chen Dingye, the teachings of Tantai Xianming, how his mother would wash her hands repeatedly after touching him until they turned red, almost rubbing the skin raw.
A decision...
Chen Wenmian let out a breath.
He reached out his hand, gently brushing over the Gray Wolf Blade beside him. His fingertips glided over the cold steel, carrying a unique tactile sensation, the sharp edge reflecting his eyes. Chen Wenmian whispered to himself, saying:
"The world is like this; there really aren’t many choices..."
Tantai Xianming led, while Chen Dingye executed.
The fate of his first ten years was, after all, bound by threads.
But even after stepping out of it, he was still influenced by various other things.
In the chaos of the world, regrets and choices that are reconsidered later are too many. If one tries to uncover everything, nothing will beco clear, as human destiny is like a thousand knots.
Chen Wenmian’s fingers gradually clenched around the Gray Wolf Blade.
The divine weapon howled, and waves of murderous aura quivered the surroundings. Chen Wenmian’s hair billowed as he gripped the divine weapon, slowly drawing the weapon from the ground. Jin Qi scattered, swirling like a fierce wind, and Chen Wenmian’s gaze was as steadfast as iron.
Right and wrong, grievances, how much is right, how much is hatred, how much is genuine emotion.
Was his feeling towards Chen Dingye pure resentnt and murderous intent, or was it mixed with the longing and admiration of his teenage years?
What about Chen Dingye’s feelings towards him?
Did his grandfather Tantai Xianming regard him as a completely heartless pawn?
Or as his own reflection, a player significant enough to be rembered in history, a poison warrior, who, in reality, nurtured his pawn into a gentle and refined gentleman, both literate and martial?
Chen Dingye, Tantai Xianming, his mother, his father, and countless others, did they treat him with remorse, with hatred, as a heartless pawn, or even if they saw him as a pawn, did they put imnse effort to mold him into their desired model with great care?
Love and hatred.
They have long been entangled together, indiscernible.
The matters of this world are not sothing that can be clearly separated.
If that is the case—
Why not make a decisive move, and cut it off!
The blade’s edge rose from the ground, vibrating with a steely wail.
The low murmurs of the Gray Wolf trembled in all directions as Chen Wenmian drew the Gray Wolf Blade, the aftershock sweeping over the Cold Lake, causing countless cracks to appear on the frozen lake surface in an instant, and then with several loud booms, it sank, and the water splashed out, bursting like clouds.
Chen Wenmian brushed his hand across the blade of the divine weapon, softly saying:
"The absurdity of over twenty years in this lineage."
"The final fate of Great Chen should be personally severed by ."
"This intrigue, this deceit, this heroism, this grand ambition, this petty rigmarole, this lofty ambition..."
"Besides , who else is qualified?"
"Apart from , who else should end all this?"
Chen Wenmian’s eyes lowered softly as he spoke, "Perhaps one could choose weakness, but such matters are not good, and shouldn’t trouble others."
When Prince Qin, Li Guanyi, personally led the army to confront Chen Dingye, the young Great General, Chen Wenmian, was already mounted on a Divine Steed, leading the Gray Wolf Guard, standing outside Zhenbei City for a night. The moonlight faded, leaving white frost-like marks on him.
Chen Wenmian softly said:
"Willing to be the vanguard."
This was his decision.
He too was a hero riding the storms of this chaotic world.
...
The second Divine General in the world, the unparalleled Prince Qin of the age, personally led the army to attack a small city defended by only ten thousand soldiers, which had already been besieged for a long ti by a hundred thousand troops led by Fan Qing, a rare military talent of the Qilin Army, its morale low.
The outco, in fact, required no further thought.
Li Guanyi rode the Divine Steed, with a Qilin resting on his shoulder, in front of the myriad soldiers.
The morale of the defending soldiers was already extrely low. When they saw the world’s second Prince Qin, saw the world’s ninth Yue Qianfeng, saw the Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu, saw the forr Crown Prince Chen Wenmian appearing together.
The flags of the renowned generals of the world rolled like clouds, locking down this city.
Locking down the national destiny of Great Chen.
These renowned generals paid their respects and gave their honor as military leaders to the fall of a country.
Li Guanyi raised the weapon in his hand, pointing forward, as his aura surged, soaring to the sky. His voice, amplified by the Qi chanism of a Great Grandmaster, spread in all directions, saying:"Everyone, in this world of chaos, the national mandate of Chen Country ought to end today."
"I shall act as the spearhead."
"Wind!"
The army around the city moved half a step forward in unison. They wore different armors, they ca from different parts of the world; they were even of different ethnicities, yet at this mont, they raised their weapons, with such pride, such fervent devotion.
They in unison, shouted aloud:
"Wind!"
"Great Wind!"
An aura of distinguished valor and murderous intent soared to the sky.
At the west gate of the city, the phoenix of Xiyi rose to the sky, swirling slowly in a golden military soul fla, bursting into prolonged cries, as Li Zhaowen of Xiyi City led the Xiyi Xuanjia corps.
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