Water Moon Manor.
After the upheaval, this forr Jianghu Holy Land had beco much more desolate.
After Li Guanshi left, Dugu Luoxue also did not continue waiting for Jiang Shouzhong, being entangled with matters of the Wanshou Mountains and Rivers Institute, and left in a hurry.
Luo Wanqing was completely gone, as if she had evaporated from the world.
However, Qu Hongling and Jiang Que were still waiting.
Originally, Qu Hongling thought Ran Qingchen would leave after the upheaval, but unexpectedly, she stayed at the Water Moon Manor with her maid Jinxiu.
It seed that in her heart she still hoped to see Jiang Shouzhong again.
At this mont, on a cliff top near the Moon in Water Bridge, Ran Qingchen stood alone, quietly gazing at the distant horizon.
The ink-colored long skirt fluttered in the wind, akin to the movent of ink in a still pool, complenting the bleak scenery around the cliff top, forming a cold and elegant painting.
"Love deep as the sea, guides others and itself. Love shallow as smoke, dissipates with the wind."
A sigh broke the silence, coming from behind her.
A handso man in a wheelchair, being gently pushed by a servant, ca into view.
This man was the second young master of Famous Sword Villa.
As the wheelchair approached Ran Qingchen’s side, the young master Fang slightly raised his hand, signaling to the servant, Mo Bailing, to retreat.
"Not joining the lively scramble for opportunity, you only now show yourself."
Ran Qingchen’s words carried a hint of coldness.
The corners of Fang’s mouth curled with a smile: "If I really joined in the hubbub for that opportunity, perhaps I would now be like those unfortunate souls, plunging into the cycle of reincarnation."
Ran Qingchen let out a mocking laugh: "So, you knew the danger long ago, and quietly hid yourself, watching others rush to their deaths."
Young master Fang gently shook his head, sighing: "If there was a pile of gold in front of and I warned people that the gold was poisoned, and not to scramble for it, do you think... they would listen to my warning?"
Ran Qingchen was montarily speechless, falling silent.
Young master Fang suddenly turned serious, softly asking: "Why don’t you leave."
"And you? Why don’t you leave?"
Ran Qingchen deflected the question back.
Young master Fang slightly tilted his head, his gaze holding a trace of longing, slowly saying: "Like you, I am also waiting for soone."
"Waiting for soone?"
Ran Qingchen involuntarily turned her head, her eyes full of confusion.
Young master Fang’s gaze turned to the distant dim clouds on the horizon, falling into a recollection:
"Thirteen years ago, my sister-in-law died in childbirth, but fortunately the child survived, a girl. That little girl had excellent natural talent and bones, as if she was born to practice the Way of the Sword.
Grandfather was very fond of this great-granddaughter. To be precise, it was a great-granddaughter.
He paused slightly, and after a sigh, continued:
"Soon after, my eldest brother remarried, taking a wife who bore so resemblance to my late sister-in-law. But who would have thought that woman was a demon, attempting to steal the villa’s treasures, ultimately recognized and slain by my grandfather.
At that ti, my younger brother was in secluded training. Ever since then, my eldest brother, disheartened, resolutely left Famous Sword Villa, saying he wanted to seek the Sword Dao outside."
Upon hearing this, Ran Qingchen recalled the visit with Jiang Shouzhong to Famous Sword Villa, where they t the manor owner, Fang Maoshan.
He was the father of both young master Fang and Fang Ziheng.
The new beautiful wife was later also killed by the Sword Saint, the old master.
At that ti, Fang Ziheng was also in seclusion.
The resemblance in history was astounding.
Young master Fang’s expression grew heavy as he continued:
"What made the old master most irate was that when my eldest brother left, he not only took his daughter but even dug up the body of my sister-in-law and took it along.
The old master was furious, imdiately sending people to search everywhere, but no matter how hard they tried, they could never find a trace of them.
Later, the old master exhausted himself, ceased to care about villa matters, and handed the managent of the villa to my father.
You and Jiang Mo t my father before; you should have noticed his rather timid nature. This was why grandfather always thought less of him. And since I am a cripple, grandfather pinned his hopes on my third brother."
"So, are you waiting for your eldest brother, or..." Ran Qingchen lightly parted her red lips, speaking with curiosity.
"My missing little niece."
Young master Fang’s face showed a gentle smile.
"Are you so certain she will appear here?" Ran Qingchen slightly frowned.
Young master Fang lightly tapped his fingers on his legs, remaining silent for a while, then smiled again:
"In this world, everything has its ordained order. So things, as long as you willingly wait, the person you long to wait for will eventually appear."
Ran Qingchen’s heart stirred, acutely aware that these words were also subtly advising her.
As her thoughts drifted back to the past at Famous Sword Villa, rembering the note young master Fang had given her.
Her red lips moved gently, murmuring the phrase:
"No turning back, the end is the demon. Heaven does not accept , why should I revere heaven?"
Ran Qingchen’s eyes sparkled, staring intently at young master Fang, this man seen by outsiders as rely a cripple confined to a wheelchair:
"You foresaw that I would reach this point, didn’t you?"
Young master Fang’s expression remained calm, softly responding:
"The road in this world, one wrong step leads to peril in every step; I rely made a slight estimate, wanting to give you a bit of warning."
Ran Qingchen chuckled coldly: "Warning? Who in this world can truly decide how my path should be walked? Heaven does not accept , I shall break this heaven!"
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