"Now that your uncle has passed away for many years, if these things are not in your hands, whose hands are they in?"
Sikong Ye snorted, about to speak, when a thought suddenly erged in his mind.
His brow furrowed instantly, and he suddenly appeared, floating in the void in front of the Heavenly King Flute, his eyes as cold as ice looking at the Heavenly King Flute: "My master has passed away for many years... How do you know about this? How did my master die? Who injured him?"
The Heavenly King Flute was taken aback: "You don’t know?"
Sikong Ye instantly understood: "Was it the Only I True Sect Leader, Zheng Yuandong?"
The Heavenly King Flute said calmly: "I don’t know either."
"With my master’s level of cultivation, to be beaten to such a degree, and yet there was no word spread in the Jianghu, no ntion of another super expert being injured..."
Sikong Ye’s eyes turned red with hatred: "Before my master died, he told not to take revenge... nor to inquire... I’ve long suspected the Only I True Sect Leader, but when my master was injured, it’s said Zheng Yuandong had been in seclusion for years... I’ve never been able to confirm it."
"But today, I finally confird it!"
"My master wanted to avenge our grandmaster, sought out Zheng Yuandong, and was thus injured!"
The Heavenly King Flute said: "Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang could also be involved."
"They might be able to defeat my master, or even kill him, but absolutely could not injure him so heavily!"
The Heavenly King Flute said indifferently: "Whoever heavily injured him, he still died, didn’t he?"
A swishing sound.
Sikong Ye struck with his sword.
Flute music arose.
The Heavenly King Flute blocked steadily, sitting unmoved, and said helplessly: "Your cultivation hasn’t recovered, you’re no match for now, fighting is pointless."
Sikong Ye’s body suddenly turned into void, only Sword Qi covered the sky, penetrating everywhere.
Every sword aid at vital points.
"You’re agitated, it’s useless, you can’t kill ," said the Heavenly King Flute.
"You bastard, you insult my master! Are you even human? How would you feel if I insulted your master?"
Sikong Ye roared in rage.
"Go ahead, insult!"
The Heavenly King Flute said indifferently: "Insult however you like!"
"..."
Sikong Ye flipped out, his sword light vanished, rging into the void.
He was trembling with anger.
This bastard, how could he be so inhumane!
For his master, who bestowed endless grace, he let others insult as they wished?
"Your master having a disciple like you, it’s understandable to die with resentnt in the Netherworld."
Sikong Ye trembled with rage: "Ning Zai Fei, I don’t understand, even if you’re the Only I am the True Demon, how can you be so heartless?"
Ning Zai Fei looked up at the void: "Am I heartless?"
Sikong Ye was stunned: "Aren’t you heartless?"
"This isn’t heartlessness, it’s emotional detachnt."
Ning Zai Fei said dispassionately: "From a young age, my master taught to see everything with detachnt, life and death, love between n and won, friendships, brothers, any emotion."
"Even my own life."
"If I don’t show enough detachnt, my master would beat half to death with a whip."
He looked up at the void-transford Sikong Ye: "I’ve seen through it all, pride, honor, life and death, love, friends, brothers, master and disciple, I’ve achieved the detachnt my master spoke of; you call heartless?"
To this, even Sikong Ye found it hard to argue.
"My master is the Ghost King, your master is the Dragon God."
The Heavenly King Flute said calmly: "So, we are different. I understand your anger, but you may not understand my detachnt."
Sikong Ye sighed lightly in his heart.
The Heavenly King Flute said faintly: "When my master died in battle, when his body returned in front of , my heart was sad, but I didn’t show it, I calmly buried my master, completed the funeral. Calmly watched over the spirit, kept vigil at the tomb, until my heart was as calm as a lake, then I returned."
"Since then... I’ve beco like this forever."
The Heavenly King Flute looked seriously and detachedly at the void: "Can you believe it? If one day I die, when I’m about to die, I probably won’t have any overly intense emotional fluctuations."
This statent, Sikong Ye truly believed.
Because this Ning Zai Fei had really reached such a point of detachnt!
Or rather, heartlessness to the point of not caring about himself.
"The only wish in this life, to ascend to the peak of the world, to see what scenery the absolute peak holds!"
The Heavenly King Flute’s eyes suddenly flashed fiercely.
Like madness, like lunacy.
He said: "Sikong Ye! Junior brother, give the inheritance!"
Sikong Ye hidden in the void: "Dream on!"
"Give it to !"
The Heavenly King Flute shouted firmly, the whistling mountain wind seed to stop with the shout.
The wind stopped!
Sikong Ye said calmly: "Ning Zai Fei, two conditions, first, I recover my strength to peak, you defeat head-on. Second, avenge my master and grandmaster yourself!"
"Otherwise, you’ll never get it!"
The flute music suddenly rang mournfully.
Valleys and mountains, cried together.
The flute sound, the sound waves attacked, instantly plowing through thousands of feet.
But Sikong Ye remained unhard.
The Heavenly King Flute attacked three tis.
Returned without success.
Finally sat once more atop the mountain.
Said calmly: "How long until you recover your peak?"
"Half a month!" Sikong Ye said: "At most half a month!"
"I’ll wait for you!" The Heavenly King Flute stood up.
"If sparring with a fellow disciple, could be ten days." Sikong Ye squinted his eyes.
The Heavenly King Flute was about to leave his body remained still.
For a long ti, with his back turned, he said: "Are you asking to spar with you?"
"Yes! If you want to wait a few more days, it’s also okay."
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