Ye Lingyue and Feng Xun returned to the City Lord’s Mansion without anyone noticing that Feng Xun had disappeared.
Early in the morning, Lan Cai’er mysteriously found Ye Lingyue.
"Wang Xiaodie is gone!"
Due to her feminine nature, Lan Cai’er has always disliked Wang Xiaodie. Ultimately, because Lan Cai’er always felt that Wang Xiaodie was just like those seemingly harmless but actually vicious won like Song Jingyun.
"She’s gone back to her hotown and won’t be back for a while," Ye Lingyue said with a smile but remained silent.
Die i, being an Earth Evil, couldn’t live outside for long, even if she left the Heaven and Earth Array; the sa was true for other Earth Evil Lords. To move among the common folks, they would still need a host body.
For now, Ye Lingyue hadn’t yet found a suitable host body.
Die i was also closely planning, working together with Ye Lingyue against other Earth Evil Lords.
It wasn’t just Lan Cai’er who noticed that "Wang Xiaodie" had disappeared; Yan Jiu also ca early in the morning to the study in the City Lord’s Mansion.
Ye Lingyue was not fond of reading, and this study was sothing Feng Xun had set up after his arrival, specifically to handle the official affairs of the City Lord’s Mansion.
Ever since Feng Lan also moved into the City Lord’s Mansion, it had beco a classroom where Feng Xun taught Feng Lan the affairs of Feng Residence.
At this hour, Feng Lan had not yet arrived.
When Yan Jiu entered, Feng Xun was holding the pair of boots that Ye Lingyue made for him.
"What are you smiling so foolishly about this early in the morning?" Yan Jiu hadn’t gotten a clear look when Feng Xun quickly hid what he was holding.
"Foolish smile?" Feng Xun was puzzled.
"I haven’t seen you foolishly smiling, I stood outside for a while, just watching you smiling foolishly like you got so treasure. Take it out and let see," Yan Jiu teased.
Feng Xun being foolish, nine tis out of ten, was related to Ye Lingyue.
Seeing Feng Xun in such a state was rare, and Yan Jiu certainly wouldn’t miss this excellent opportunity.
With a long leg, Feng Xun kicked, flipping the stool under Yan Jiu.
Unprepared, Yan Jiu fell to the ground, landing upside down.
"Feng San, you dare to trick ! Sooner or later, I will reveal your true face to..." Yan Jiu’s voice trailed off.
He looked at the stool hit by Feng Xun, which crumbled like tofu dregs.
Thinking back on the speed of Feng Xun’s kick, even he couldn’t react in ti.
"You?! Are you really Feng San or the boss?"
Yan Jiu only dared to mock Feng Xun a bit, but if it were Wu Zhong, even a couple more guts wouldn’t be enough.
"Who do you think I am?" Feng Xun said, half-smiling.
That look even confused Yan Jiu for a while.
"Don’t talk about you, even I can no longer tell myself apart."
Feng Xun got up, his gaze complex as he looked at the pile of wooden debris.
It seed that since last ti he returned to Beiqing from rcenary City, he felt so changes happened between himself and Wu Zhong.
Sotis, he couldn’t even tell whether he was Feng Xun or Wu Zhong himself.
Yan Jiu’s expression grew solemn.
"Yan Jiu, do you know sothing? Speak up. I can tell that over the years, you have been hiding sothing from ," Feng Xun noticed the changes in Yan Jiu’s expression.
Apart from Wu Zhong, who shared his body, Feng Xun had only two friends in this life; one was Cong Lv, the other was Yan Jiu.
Cong Lv was his childhood friend, who he had known since childhood, but because of Xue Pian Ran, they could no longer return to the past.
As for Cong Lv, Feng Xun had no guilt.
Yan Jiu, however, appeared in front of Feng Xun the year he discovered Wu Zhong’s presence inside his body.
To this day, Feng Xun still rembered the first ti he t Yan Jiu.
That was shortly after Feng Xun returned to the Feng Residence, when he was eleven years old and had just assud the position of Family Head not long before. Many mbers from the collateral branches of the Feng Residence were dissatisfied with Feng Xun.
They took the opportunity when Little Feng Xun was inspecting the properties of the Feng Residence to kidnap him, forcing him to hand over the Phoenix Token.
Little Feng Xun naturally did not wish to comply, thus he was locked in a pitch-black room filled with rats and reptiles.
The first to find Feng Xun, was none other than Yan Jiu.
Feng Xun rembered, when the first ray of sunlight illuminated the dark room, Yan Jiu walked in.
Upon seeing Feng Xun curled up in a corner, his small face dirty.
The body of that handso young man trembled intensely.
He walked over to Little Feng Xun, knelt down on the filthy ground without caring.
He bent down, gently kissed the ground in front of Feng Xun, and softly said,
"My king, I have finally found you."
After that, Yan Jiu lifted him up high, letting him sit on his shoulders.
"King, let’s go ho."
At that mont, Little Feng Xun looked down and saw the gaze of Yan Jiu.
In the eyes of the young boy, there was such determination and resolve.
Afterwards, Yan Jiu sent Little Feng Xun back to the Feng Residence.
When Yan Jiu first appeared, Housekeeper Mu and others were skeptical of him.
But when Yan Jiu, single-handedly, defeated all the top martial artists of the Feng Residence, Housekeeper Mu fell silent.
Since then, Yan Jiu, taking on the role of Little Feng Xun’s master, resided in the Feng Residence intermittently.
During the day, he studied managent alongside Feng Xun, while the nights belonged to Yan Jiu and Wu Zhong.
Many martial arts of Wu Zhong were personally taught by Yan Jiu.
It was also Yan Jiu who told Feng Xun not to fear Wu Zhong.
It was from then on, Feng Xun and Wu Zhong, appeared in different identities.
One was the Feng Residence Master, and the other was the Ghost Emperor of Yan Hall, just like the dark and bright sides of matters.
Later on, Yan Jiu and Wu Zhong beca rcenaries together and set up the Underworld Yama Palace.
Once, Feng Xun asked who exactly was Wu Zhong? Why was he in his body?
What kind of relationship did Yan Jiu and Wu Zhong have?
However, Yan Jiu never conclusively answered him.
At that ti, Yan Jiu rely smiled as always and said.
"The ti has not yet co, one day, I will tell you."
Rembering the past, Feng Xun felt a dryness in his throat, he suddenly realized that perhaps, the "one day" Yan Jiu spoke of was about to arrive.
"Yan Jiu, is the ti you spoke of almost here?" Feng Xun’s heart sank.
"Feng Xun, have you ever thought, if only one can remain between you and Wu Zhong, who will ultimately remain?" Yan Jiu suddenly asked.
Feng Xun did not answer.
"Maybe I’m overthinking, that ti may never co." Yan Jiu patted Feng Xun’s shoulder and walked out.
Only leaving one, ant he and Wu Zhong...
If a eleven-year-old Feng Xun didn’t care about his own life and death.
Then, the seventeen-year-old Feng Xun was different now.
His parents were still alive, he had a woman he wanted to spend his life with.
Feng Xun stood in the study for a long ti, clutching the Qiankun Purple Gold Bag tightly in his hand.
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