Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 836 - 835: The Old Grandfather

Dressed in white robes with white streaked hair, even his beard was streaked with white.

The man’s na was Feng Dingchu.

But this na had not been addressed for many years.

Most people referred to him simply as "Sir."

Even Feifei and Xiaoxiao, who had followed him for many years, just called him Sir.

Feng Dingchu... indeed, it had been many years since he had heard that na.

Standing next to Chu Qianli now, helping to stabilize her chaotic True Qi, was none other than Wu Chenzi.

Even he had nearly forgotten that he could once be called Feng Dingchu.

"Step aside!" demanded Hua Rong as she moved forward another step.

But this ti, due to excessive exertion, her power dispersed the mont she stepped forward.

A mouthful of fresh blood stained the black veil on her face once again.

Feng Dingchu sighed softly, "You should leave. Today, as long as I am here, I won’t let you harm this child."

With gritted teeth, Hua Rong glared at him, trying to gather her True Qi, but now she was truly powerless.

A single palm strike had injured her to this extent!

Now, she had no options!

Damn that Feng Dingchu!

Covering her heart, Hua Rong finally turned around and walked away with heavy footsteps, one step at a ti.

Behind her, a cool breeze gently brushed by.

In the mont Hua Rong turned her head back, where were the figures of Feng Dingchu and Chu Qianli?

They had been taken away by Feng Dingchu!

He dared to ruin her plans! She could not let these two people go!

Clenching her fist tight within her palm, Hua Rong’s footing beca unsteady, and with a thud, she knelt on the ground on one knee.

The blood qi at her heart was raging. She dared not dwell on it any longer, imdiately sitting cross-legged under a tree to ditate and regulate her breathing...

...

Chu Qianli did not know where she had been brought.

At first, her body felt as if it were burning unbearably.

Later, soone had infused a refreshing Inner Strength into her, and gradually, her body eased.

However, her consciousness was still very fuzzy; her Dantian felt as though a fire could erupt at any mont.

She was in constant distress, her nerves tense, breathing difficult.

From ti to ti, a deep magnetic voice echoed in her ears, "... neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor immaculate..."

This voice was like a gentle breeze continuously seeping into her heart.

Indescribably comfortable.

Later on, she seed to recite along, "Neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor immaculate, neither increasing nor decreasing. The tangible is born from the intangible..."

It was uncertain how long it had been when Chu Qianli finally slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes had regained their normal coloration, shining with a clear, fresh luster.

She didn’t know the ti, but it seed like it was afternoon?

She walked out from an unknown cave.

Outside, an old man was cooking, boiling so type of at stew, but it was plain and seed to be lacking in fragrance.

"Old Grandfather?"

Chu Qianli approached him from behind, "Did you save ?"

She had gone mad from internal injury, and though she hadn’t been fully conscious then, she at least knew she had been through a life and death crisis.

As for what had happened after going mad, she couldn’t recall anything at all.

But Hua Rong wanted to kill her, and she was still alive.

This could only an that this old man had saved her.

Old Grandfather?

Feng Dingchu paused, turned around, and t her gaze, "Young girl, are you calling ?"

That voice, deep and magnetic, like a bass cannon, was so captivating that it could make soone’s ears pregnant upon hearing.

Chu Qianli’s mind was montarily swayed.

She might not be obsessed with looks, but she was definitely captivated by voices!

This voice was far too intoxicating!

How could such a srizing bass exist in this world?