After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In Chapter 368: 272: The World’s First Blade, Farewell

Chapter 368: Chapter 272: The World’s First Blade, Farewell

Two people sat by the table in the room, Gu An lowered his eyebrows and gazed at the teapot on the table, silent.

The woman opposite him, even while sitting, seed at a loss.

Gu An’s words “I no longer bla you” did not put her at ease.

There are too many anings to not blaming soone.

Naturally, if one does not take it to heart, they do not bla.

After all, if one doesn’t care anymore, why bother with bla.

“You must have had a difficult ti all these years, haven’t you?” the woman asked.

Gu An recalled Zuo Youyan’s life, and eventually thought back to the beginning.

That year, wielding a sword and cleaving with a blade, youthful spirits entwined with ambitious dreams for the future.

It’s just that in the end… he was rely defeated.

“But it was brilliant, nonetheless.” Gu An spoke, paused, then finally looked at the person before him and said: “It must have been very difficult for you alone, right?”

In the writings left by Zuo Youyan, he had thought several tis about ntioning, about asking this mother.

But in the end, he seed sowhat unable to speak up.

He no longer harbored resentnt, no longer assigned bla, and wanted to reconcile.

But he could never bring himself to say it.

Such contradictory thoughts.

He always dragged it out.

Feeling that there would always be an opportunity in the future.

Until the end, he never ca back in person.

Little did he know, that ordinary farewell would turn out to be an eternal parting.

When the woman heard Gu An’s words, she lowered her eyebrows, and large tears fell from her eyes.

Her husband was gone, she struggled to raise the young Zuo Youyan alone; she felt it was hard, felt he was a burden, felt she had it too difficult.

So she would scold Zuo Youyan, unleashing all her grievances upon him.

Eventually, she drove Zuo Youyan to leave and never return.

Then she realized, during Zuo Youyan’s ti at ho, he was always doing things for her.

He took care of cleaning the ho, prepared his own food, a humble household managed neatly by him.

He was only eight years old at that ti.

Under her inexplicable anger, he endured for a full three years until he left her, his mother, at the age of eleven.

It was only later that she realized, over the years Zuo Youyan had never asked for anything.

He had never voiced a single request.

Perhaps he had desires, yet he never spoke of them.

Without Zuo Youyan at ho, life didn’t get any better for her, instead, the house didn’t feel like a ho anymore.

She still had to rush about every day, work hard, be targeted.

When she ca back, there was no one waiting for her, preparing anything for her.

It was in the sixth month after Zuo Youyan left that she ca to a complete realization.

Afterward, although Zuo Youyan would co back, he would not linger longer.

He just packed his things, then would leave.

Perhaps, in his eyes, she was the burden.

Indeed, free of her, her burden, her son began to shine.

It was this that crushed her heart.

Forcing her to confront her ugly, worthless self.

That one ti Zuo Youyan ca back, she had a big argunt with him.

A mother’s dignity was no more.

He just looked on, had one last al, and then left.

Then she heard of the legends about Zuo Youyan.

At twenty-three, successful Foundation Establishnt, at twenty-six, Mid-stage Foundation Establishnt, at thirty, Late-stage Foundation Establishnt, at thirty-four, Perfect Foundation Establishnt.

At forty, condensed a Golden Core.

At fifty-seven, birthed a Primordial Spirit.

In just a few decades, he reached heights she could never even aspire to in her lifeti.

Those years, Zuo Youyan’s na spread far and wide.

She knew this was her son, but the Ouyang Family did not know he was their son.

And she never told anyone.

She knew, he would never return.

There had been estrangent between them, and thereafter the estrangent grew ever deeper.

As if it were an insurmountable chasm.

She had regrets, cried, and also waited.

Hoping one day he would return once more.

She wanted to say to him: I’m sorry.

But today, he returned, and out of her humble pride, she was hesitant to utter that apology.

“Being alone isn’t that hard,” the woman’s voice was sowhat choked.

Gu An looked at her, silent for a long ti.

For a while, he didn’t know how to begin.

Actually, there wasn’t much estrangent between Zuo Youyan and the person before him, only because of silence, had they been unable to reconcile for so long.

Ultimately, who was at fault?

Zuo Youyan said it was his own fault.

And it seed that the person before him thought it was her fault.

After a long silence, the woman finally broke the silence: “You must be in a difficult situation recently, aren’t you?”

Gu An shook his head: “It’s not too bad, not as bad as that.”

The woman wiped the corner of her eyes, stood up and went to the bedside, taking out a Storage Treasure from a secret compartnt.

And she handed it to Gu An: “My cultivation is low, I am but a woman of the household, unknowing of such matters, but I know that Spirit Stones must be of use to you.

Over the years I have reached the Foundation Establishnt and was able to earn so Spirit Stones.

I’ve saved up a bit, you take them to use for now.”

Gu An looked at the Storage Treasure in his hand, faintly sensing its contents.

He was stunned on the spot.

Nine thousand Spirit Stones.

How could an Early-stage Foundation Establishnt save up nine thousand Spirit Stones.

By the Sect’s resources…

Ten Spirit Stones a month, plus ten from nightti logging, twenty Spirit Stones a month.

Two hundred and forty a year.

It would take thirty-eight years to save nine thousand.

And outside, where could it compare to the Sect.

Ten a month?

Five would be good.

So, these nine thousand Spirit Stones, she must have scrimped and saved for them.

At least for fifty years.

And now, she had given it all to him.

The weight of these Spirit Stones was too great, he…

Could not bear it.

Gu An wanted to return the Spirit Stones to her, but she grasped his hand directly, her voice sowhat choked:

“I know, you don’t need , without you would fly even higher.