Monarch Night

When I said I'd return in three months, did that mean the same thing as killing for another three months?

Why does it feel like it means the same damn thing?

I wanted them to return safely, and you interpreted it as permission to kill for three more months?

Going around in circles, yet it seems there's nothing wrong with what the other party said.

It's really frustrating, isn't it?

But there's no way to refute it. I can't just say: even if you kill, do it gently for these three months!—Are they just playing house with you?

Yan Nan ignored Xue Fuxiao, merely glanced at Gu Changhan in the crowd, then turned his gaze away and said: "Old Duan."

Duan Xiyang responded: "I'm here."

Yan Nan leapt into the air, floating in the sky, and said to Duan Xiyang who was beside him: "Let's go. Once back, come to me again. That girl wants to learn some spear techniques; after your last lesson, she couldn't grasp some points."

Duan Xiyang angrily retorted: "Why should a girl learn spear techniques!"

Yan Nan said: "Come on, let's talk it over on the way."

Duan Xiyang shook his head like a tambourine: "I'm not going. I say, Fifth Brother, that girl has a sword bone; what do you want her to learn spears for? Just practice swordplay. Stop fussing..."

Yan Nan said: "She still needs to learn how to counter a spear, and you have to teach her that."

Duan Xiyang burst into rage: "You want me to teach someone how to counter my own spear?!"

"It's not about yours; she'll eventually encounter enemies who use spears, right?"

Yan Nan frowned: "Why are you contradicting me now, Old Duan? You weren't like this before."

Duan Xiyang sighed: "Fifth Brother, you're spoiling that girl too much... Ah, just let go of the children's issues, alright?"

Yan Nan snorted: "What does an old widower like you know about the joys of family? She's my granddaughter! If I don't care, won't you all bully her to death?"

He concluded firmly: "It's settled then, let's head back quickly. That girl insists on asking me for a piece of divine attribute metal, probably to give someone. But there's nothing urgent now, you can teach her wholeheartedly."

Seeing Duan Xiyang's unwilling expression, Yan Nan said bluntly: "You are not allowed to refuse!"

Duan Xiyang looked like he had lost the will to live.

The two of them talked as they walked, oblivious to others, and just left like that.

Soon, the people of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect also withdrew in groups, and Xue Fuxiao finally let out a sigh of relief.

He was even less eager to fight than the people of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

This bunch of demons, once they start fighting, they'll inevitably scatter the battlefield.

And here it is, the heart of the Southeast seventeen states.

After a snow disaster left people destitute, followed by a volcanic eruption causing even more suffering; if there was another peak-level battle like this...

The Southeast seventeen states might be half destroyed.

The cost is too great!

Unless absolutely necessary, as long as the other party retreats, Xue Fuxiao won't push further.

"Lord Xue."

Water Ghost stepped forward: "Water God is below and asked me to take you down, and specifically instructed to bring more space rings."

Xue Fuxiao immediately agreed: "Thank you, Brother Water Ghost of the Yin Shui Palace, for your trouble."

Then he said: "Uncle, let's go down together."

In the crowd, an old man looking about sixty or seventy with a face full of reluctance said: "I'm not going!"

This person was Dongfang Sansan's father, Dongfang Zhongming.

A former fifth place holder on the Cloud Weapon List with the Huntian Hammer, that was Dongfang Zhongming.

And it was him who named Dongfang Sansan, making people call him Ninth Lord, proving his 'immense talent'.

At this moment, hearing Xue Fuxiao call him, he immediately knew and refused straight away.

"This is a task only you can do."

Xue Fuxiao smiled apologetically: "Let's go, it's no big deal."

Dongfang Zhongming angrily said: "You're looking at me as someone who uses a hammer, and there's a mine below; you want me to mine for you! You're damn well treating me like a miner!"

Xue Fuxiao coughed and said: "Then you can pick a few people to assist you; you just need to mine, and others will serve you."

Dongfang Zhongming angrily said: "Do you take me for a fool? Isn't this still asking me to mine? What's the difference?"

Xue Fuxiao took out the Communication Jade and said: "I'll talk to Sansan and let him talk to you."

Dongfang Zhongming was startled and said: "Why bring such a trivial matter to him? Let him rest a bit. When do we go down? Come, you few... come with me."

He immediately cooperated.

Everyone laughed.

Everyone knows, this old master is fearless but is terrified of his son, Dongfang Sansan.

If his son glared or coughed slightly, the old master would worry for a long time.

Every day, he worries his son is overworked.

If his mind were clearer, he'd have long been working on behalf of his son.

As soon as Xue Fuxiao mentioned Dongfang Sansan, Dongfang Zhongming immediately softened.

Gu Changhan suggested leaving: "I should go back and take a look; I always have an uneasy feeling."

"Why?"

Xue Fuxiao frowned.

At his level of cultivation, feeling uneasy could only mean one thing: something is going to happen.

What's happening with Gu Changhan?

Gu Changhan frowned and said: "I've been wondering why Vice Sect Master Yan looked at me before he left. Why did he specifically look at me?"

Everyone chuckled: "You're the unfamiliar face here, who else would he look at?"

Gu Changhan shook his head: "I don't think so. I feel it wasn't right. I need to go back to the Sect and see."

"Alright."

Xue Fuxiao said: "Brother Gu, if anything happens, send word promptly."

"Alright."

Gu Changhan nodded and bid farewell to everyone.

"Brother Xue, Brother Dongfang, Brother Rui... I take my leave."

"Safe travels, Brother Gu."

"Thank you, please pass on my farewells to the Ninth Lord."

Long after Gu Changhan left, Old Master Dongfang's anger hadn't subsided.

The anger surged uncontrollably!

"What does that mean!"

Dongfang Zhongming burst into rage: "He calls me Brother Dongfang, but calls my son Ninth Lord? So I'm a generation younger than my son? This Gu Changhan is truly disrespectful!"