Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 398 - 83: The Moment to Form Bonds! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)

Wang Anfeng had been standing in front of a courtyard for quite a while.

He held a jar of fine wine in one hand, truly good wine.

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He always wanted to buy some, but back then he had no money, nor a reason, but now, as the Young Master of the largest gang in Fufeng, he no longer lacked Silver Coin, nor had to search laboriously for any reason.

Isn’t the reunion of old friends after two long years the best reason?

She loved wine so much; surely, she would be delighted?

The corners of Wang Anfeng’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a slight smile.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

This was the courtyard where Xue Qinshuang used to live, yet for some reason, no one answered. Over these two years, because he had to undergo closed-door cultivation, Mister Ying simply did not allow him to leave his mountain village for Fufeng County City. What he thought would be a quick visit turned into over two years of cultivation.

"Could she be out?"

Wang Anfeng retracted his hand from knocking, pondering in his heart whether his visit this time was somewhat abrupt.

Perhaps he should have sought Baili Feng first, as in the past. Baili Feng would then find Tuoba Yue, and Miss Tuoba could summon Miss Xue. The four of them would gather together. However, he then felt that such measures might not be necessary at the moment. Besides, if Miss Xue happened to return while he was away, wouldn’t that be a waste of time?

But, would she be annoyed?

Wang Anfeng leaned against the wall of Xue Qinshuang’s courtyard, his head hung low, waiting for the girl who he thought might return at any second, who might walk around the corner at any moment. In his mind, he pondered what he should say, or perhaps, just smile as if the last two years had never happened.

From noon, he waited until sunset.

Then, the moon reached the middle of the sky.

The jade rabbit sank in the west.

The golden crow rose in the east.

"Are you... Anfeng?!"

An elderly voice rang in Wang Anfeng’s ear. Unusually not returning to the Shaolin Temple for many years due to other affairs, Wang Anfeng raised his head and looked towards the direction of the voice. He was now sitting on a stone by the roadside, morning dew wet his dark hair, settling softly upon his shoulders.

The man opposite him seemed finally certain of Wang Anfeng’s identity. He took two quick steps forward. Before he got close, a mix of grease and rust assaulted Wang Anfeng’s senses, nearly causing him to reflexively step back, but the elder was even faster. In two steps, he shadowed behind, appearing right next to Wang Anfeng, grabbing the young man’s arm.

The old face broke into a happy grin, and Master Fu Mo looked him over and exclaimed:

"Haha, it’s really you!"

Wang Anfeng’s gaze was slightly dazed, unsure of why such a situation had arisen.

He had merely stayed awake all night.

Perhaps yesterday’s use of Pupil Skill was too harsh on his eyes.

The young man could only attribute the cause to his martial arts. Now he could finally see clearly the elder’s appearance before him. His memory sharpened. The other wore a black robe typical of a Mo Family Master, nearly obscured by the stains of machine oil, yet his face had not changed at all since they had journeyed to Qingfeng Edge together two years prior.

Though time was cruel, it seemed to have left no traces on this old man,

only whether the Master before him still, as in the old days, disliked leaving his room?

Disliked traveling far?

Wang Anfeng stood up, his right hand still holding that jar of wine. He exhaled, performed a greeting, and smiled:

"Master Fu Mo, it has been a long time. You still look spirited."

Unexpectedly, the elder did not respond as he had thought, but instead, as if a melancholic matter had been triggered, lamented,

"Spirited, what spirit...

"You young people go out and adventure, naturally full of vigor, but I’m an old man now."

"Since Baili Feng and Miss Tuoba left, I’ve been all alone. Miss Xue from the Xue family used to visit most frequently, but half a month ago, her damnable family sent an old lady over who took the girl away..."

Crash!

The jar of wine fell to the ground, a ten-year vintage, its rich aroma filled the air along with the flowing wine.

Master Fu Mo’s voice suddenly halted as he looked at the pale-faced Wang Anfeng before him, feeling somewhat uneasy, wondering if he had said something wrong, and muttered:

"What, what’s the matter?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a long moment, his eyes moved, looking towards Fu Mo, his lips slightly parted, and he asked:

"Miss Xue... she’s gone?"

Fu Mo stared, puzzled, and responded:

"Ah, ah..."

"Yes, she’s gone."

............

Today’s defenses in Fufeng County City were extremely stringent.

Yan Ling, clad in official attire, tugged at his collar, feeling unaccustomed to this outfit. Usually, he only wore the vermilion clothes that constables preferred, with a long saber at his hip, but now he had exchanged them for this ceremonial garb and even his blade for a ceremonial one.

A ceremonial use; what good was that?

Yan Ling’s thoughts fluttered chaotically.

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As a young man who was once listed on the Terrestrial Fiend List, his martial arts skills were genuinely blood-tested. He had no respect for ceremonial swords. Now, three years into his term, many outlaws had died by his hand, and his disdain for ceremonial swords only grew.

A blade without an edge.

No matter how formidable it looks, how luxurious, what use is it?

Yan Ling yawned, bored.

Chief Arrestor Zhu Jian’an, standing beside him, saw this and his lips twitched slightly. He lowered his voice and said:

"Yan Ling, lad, keep it together."