"Yinger!"
Upon seeing this girl, Yi Feng's eyes lit up. The girl in front of him was none other than his childhood sweetheart, Peng Ying. They hadn't seen each other for several months.
"Mhmm," Peng Ying nodded.
"Come on, let's sit inside," Yi Feng held her jade hand and said.
"Forget it," Peng Ying shook off Yi Feng's arm and hesitated to speak. "I just came to see you. Oh, and I have good news. I successfully entered Qing Shan gate and became an outer disciple."
"Really? Congratulations," he said.
But he felt somewhat complicated inside.
On one hand, he was happy for Peng Ying.
On the other hand, he was selfishly reluctant for her to cultivate. After all, this meant that they might not see each other for a long time.
"I know you don't want me to cultivate," Peng Ying sighed and said, "But joining Qing Shan Men to cultivate is my dream. You should be happy for me."
Yi Feng smiled wryly and sighed.
But he realized that everyone had their path, and he should support Peng Ying's dream.
"As long as you accept it," he thought for a moment.
"I'll leave now. I probably won't come to see you again in the future."
With that, she walked towards the door.
Yi Feng wanted to say something but didn't know how to speak. But it was clear that since she had started cultivating, they were no longer on the same path.
But after two lifetimes, Yi Feng was also relieved, after all, everyone had their pursuits.
Thinking of this, Yi Feng caught up with Peng Ying and shouted, "Take care of yourself. And, about my uncle and aunt..."
"I will take care of them," Peng Ying said with a slight hesitation.
Yi Feng nodded in agreement, feeling grateful for Peng Ying's family's kindness. He then handed her the kitchen knife he had used to prepare the meal and said, "I don't have much to give you in return, but please take this knife as a token of my appreciation. And if you have the chance, please ask your father to sharpen it for me when you have time. Help me give it to my uncle and aunt!"
Looking at the kitchen knife in Yi Feng's hand, Peng Ying frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled.
"Yinger, are you done yet? We need to go back to the sect," a white-robed young man walked over with a long sword in his hand and gently asked Peng Ying.
"Wait for me, it'll be quick. By the way, this is my friend, Yi Feng," Peng Ying said softly.
"Okay, hurry up," the young man said, without even glancing at Yi Feng. After all, he was just a mortal and not worthy of his attention.
"Who is he?"
Yi Feng frowned.
Peng Ying had a complicated expression and sighed, "I hope you won't blame me. You know my aptitude is only average, and it's all thanks to his help that I was able to enter the Qing Shan Gate. I can't let him down."
"As for this knife, keep it for yourself!"
Peng Ying quickly followed the white-robed youth and disappeared from Yi Feng's sight.
Peng Ying's words echoed in Yi Feng's ears.
He can't let him down, but what about Yi Feng? What does he count for?
It's ironic!
"Damn!"
Yi Feng cursed.
"Don't mess around."
He put away the kitchen knife and placed it in the kitchen.
"Apprentice, watch the store."
After instructing him, Yi Feng leaned back on the recliner, drank two cups of wine, and fell asleep.
Qing Shan Gate main hall...
Qing Shan Lao Zu sat sternly at the head. Apart from Luo Lan Xue and others, there were also a group of elders from Qing Shan Gate. At the same time, the personal disciples of the elders were standing behind them.
It's rare for such a gathering of elites from top to bottom of Qing Shan Gate.
The whole hall was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
The fight between Qing Shan Lao Zu and Xuan Wu Lao Zu would not end just because Qing Shan Lao Zu had made a breakthrough.
Originally, they thought that with Qing Shan Lao Zu breaking through to the realm of Martial King, there would be no suspense in this fight. However, just now they received reliable information that Xuan Wu Lao Zu had broken through to the realm of Martial King ten years ago.
This news made everyone in Qing Shan Gate feel like they were on a roller coaster.
One was the newly promoted Martial King Qing Shan Lao Zu, and the other was Xuan Wu Lao Zu who had been a Martial King for ten years. Who was stronger and who was weaker was clear at a glance.
"Everyone, let's put our heads together and come up with some ideas!" Under Qing Shan Lao Zu, the Qing Shan Gate master Zhu Dao spoke.
The hall fell silent.
In the face of absolute strength, all tactics were futile.
Does Qing Shan Gate have to go down this road to ruin?
At this moment, a white-robed youth with a sword walked out. He was the personal disciple of one of the elders. If Yi Feng were here, he would recognize him as the one who appeared with Peng Ying earlier.