Wu Chaochang’s original plan had been simple.
Find the sect prison. Rescue his captured subordinates, as well as other prisoners.
With more people under his command, many things would beco easier. Whether it was searching for the real teorite or taking revenge on White Moon Sect, having capable subordinates around would save him a lot of trouble.
As he moved through the familiar paths hidden beneath Night Cloak, his thoughts gradually drifted elsewhere.
A certain place surfaced in his mind.
His ho. Or rather, the place that used to be his ho.
Before he knew it, his footsteps had already changed direction.
The roads were still familiar. The buildings had changed little.
Even after all these years, Wu Chaochang could still rember every corner of this area.
mories that he thought he had long forgotten surfaced one after another.
The old man sitting beneath the tree reading scriptures.
The courtyard where he practiced martial arts until sunset.
The occasional scolding whenever he got into trouble.
At the ti, he had found those lectures annoying.
Now, there was no one left to give them.
A trace of emotion appeared in his eyes.
However, the mont he arrived at his destination, that emotion instantly froze.
A foul stench assaulted his nose.
Wu Chaochang stood there blankly.
The courtyard that once carried countless mories had completely disappeared beneath piles of garbage.
Rotting food. Broken furniture. Dirty water. Animal waste. Blood.
The entire place had beco a dump.
For a mont, Wu Chaochang couldn’t process what he was seeing. Then his expression slowly darkened.
His fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged across the back of his hands.
Right then, voices approached from the nearby path.
Wu Chaochang imdiately hid himself using Night Cloak Technique.
Soon, two disciples carrying large trash bags appeared.
One of them pinched his nose.
"Ugh. Why haven’t they cleaned this place yet?"
The other shrugged.
"Everyone’s busy because of the Pishacha situation. Who has ti to deal with this dump?"
"I still don’t understand why we have to throw garbage here. Can’t we just dispose it ourselves?"
"Because those are the Sect Master’s orders. Do you dare to disobey?"
The disciple imdiately stopped complaining.
"Alright, alright. I was only asking."
Neither of them approached the courtyard.
Instead, they threw the bags from a distance.
The trash landed with wet splashing sounds before the two quickly left.
Silence returned.
A few monts later, Wu Chaochang slowly erged from the shadows.
His eyes were bloodshot.
The last bit of warmth that had appeared while recalling his adoptive father vanished completely.
"Wu Haruto..."
The na escaped through gritted teeth. A terrifying resentnt filled his voice.
"My father served this sect his entire life."
"He protected it and contributed to it."
"After his death, this is how you treat his ho?"
His gaze swept across the garbage-covered courtyard.
Every pile felt like a slap across his face.
When he was expelled, he could accept it.
When people mocked him, he endured it.
Even being hunted by the sect had not made him this angry.
But this place was different.
This was one of the few remaining traces of the person who had raised him.
Yet even that wasn’t spared.
Wu Chaochang suddenly laughed. The sound was cold and devoid of warmth.
"Good."
"Very good."
"You truly know how to make hate you."
His hatred toward Wu Haruto grew even stronger. However, he wasn’t stupid.
No matter how much he wanted revenge, he knew he wasn’t the Sect Master’s opponent.
At least not yet.
His thoughts gradually shifted. Soon, another face appeared in his mind.
Wu Lao.
The Sect Master’s remaining son.
A pampered young master who had grown up enjoying everything that had once been denied to him.
A sneer appeared on Wu Chaochang’s face.
"Since I can’t touch the old one for now..."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"I’ll collect so interest from the younger one first."
He rembered hearing so rumors years ago.
Wu Lao had always been obsessed with a certain childhood sweetheart of his.
Thinking about it, she should already be an adult by now.
The corners of Wu Chaochang’s lips slowly curled upward.
The expression looked particularly sinister on his damaged face.
Of course, he wasn’t interested in romance. Nor did he care about feelings.
What interested him was seeing the pain on Wu Haruto’s face when sothing precious was taken away.
Just like what had happened to him. Just like what happened to his father.
The more he thought about it, the calr he beca.
His anger didn’t disappear. It rely sank deeper.
Like ice beneath dark water.
After taking one final look at the ruined courtyard, Wu Chaochang turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
There were still many things he needed to do tonight.
And this debt... He intended to collect it slowly.
***
anwhile, Song ilin had already brought Su Mo and Yang Qingxi to the residence of the White Moon Sect’s Great Elder.
Unlike ordinary elders, Shen Kai’s status within the sect was second only to the Sect Master. His residence occupied an entire section of the mountain and was guarded by several disciples around the clock.
Fortunately, Song ilin did not need to follow the usual procedures.
Over the years, she had developed a close relationship with Shen Xing and her family. More importantly, Shen Kai himself had granted her permission to enter and leave his residence freely.
The reason was simple.
He trusted her.
Shen Kai knew very well that Song ilin had always treated Shen Xing like her own junior. Although no one could replace Wu Yuna in Shen Xing’s heart, Song ilin had at least helped ease so of the loneliness the girl carried after her mother’s disappearance.
Because of that trust, none of the guards stepped forward to stop them.
They rely greeted respectfully.
"Greetings, Elder Song."
Song ilin nodded in response.
The guards’ eyes briefly shifted toward Su Mo and Yang Qingxi.
Naturally, they recognized them.
News traveled quickly inside the sect.
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