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Outside the Long Pavilion, by the ancient road, it was a farewell.
In front stood Grandpa Zhao, his hair completely white, while behind him was Dad, and further back were three pairs of men and women.
Yin Mo held Grandpa Zhao's withered hand, tears welling up in his eyes once again.
"Don't cry," Grandpa Zhao said, a smile of happiness overflowing from his face, which was carved with wrinkles by the years. "Going home is a joyful thing. In the future, when you have time, you can come to see me."
Despite his words, Yin Mo still felt a deep sadness in his heart, especially as he looked at the increasing wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes and the growing white hair at his temples. He felt a sense of aversion towards the passage of time.
Yet time was merciless; he would ultimately have to leave this familiar environment and step into a broader world.
According to his uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters, that was where the true stage belonging to Yin Mo awaited him.
Jufeng carried a large bag of candies in his hand, all gifts from Grandpa Zhao to Yin Mo. The candies had accumulated over many visits, making the bag somewhat heavy for Jufeng to carry.
"I really want to thank you for everything you've done for Yin Mo—your care and concern, and for often giving him candies to enjoy."
Jufeng bowed deeply to the old man, very formally yet sincerely.
Jufeng was the Boss of Global Top Fifty Company, holding a status on Earth comparable to that of government leaders. Moreover, the three parties agreed upon during the Eight Years had left their footprints in every corner of Earth. In terms of the Underworld, he was revered to the level of a godfather. Thus, across the Cosmos, there were very few who could receive such a bow from Jufeng; they were indeed rare.
Yet he offered such respect to an ordinary old man, who accepted it with pleasure.
This had nothing to do with power or status; it was simply gratitude. There were no emperors of commercial empires or Young Masters of the Underworld—only a father of a young child.
"Go on now. I know your futures will be bright; that makes me feel at ease. Go on; Grandpa blesses you."
The first sentence was directed at Jufeng, while the second was meant for Yin Mo.
Tears fell uncontrollably in the end. For some reason, the tears that Yin Mo shed today were more than all the tears she had ever cried combined.
Reluctantly, yet inevitably, Yin Mo let go and set off on her journey; she turned back several times, waving her arms frequently.
Grandpa Zhao's face was lined with more wrinkles, but his spirit seemed a hundred times more invigorated.
For a person on the brink of death, there was nothing more joyful than watching a beloved junior thrive.
As he watched the figures of the crowd gradually disappear, the old man sat in the Long Pavilion for a while. When the autumn breeze began to rise and the air turned cool, he slowly made his way home along the ancient path.
The sound of the Yangguan ceased, each word like a flying swan, filled with infinite sorrow.
When they arrived, three pairs of men and women came from different directions and in different ways, but when they left, they did so together, cruising slowly in a Luxury Car.
Inside the Luxury Car, Jufeng finally had a chance to clean himself up. After spending quite some time tidying himself from head to toe, his once handsome features reemerged, exuding a certain elegance.
Yin Mo almost failed to recognize her refreshed father.
Setting out from Linhai City, their first stop was Wucheng.
Welcoming Jufeng was naturally Mu Shu, the leader of the Unification Alliance, who now controlled the Underworld forces in Northwest Huaguo and some neighboring countries.
Flower Snow Moon had long announced her farewell to the Underworld shortly after Jufeng's departure, handing over Hua Gang to Situ Yu for management. After her retreat, Mu Shu had seemingly become Huaguo's second Fiery Beauty. As she led the Unification Alliance to open the nation's doors and expanded Underworld operations into Central Asia under a wave of appeasement, she was dubbed Huaguo's raccoon by the world.
The term "raccoon" was naturally meant to echo with the European Blue Cat.
However, Mu Shu disliked these titles; she was no longer a girl chasing after others' shadows but had already carved out her own independent path.
Following this Huaguo raccoon was Gou Hongbo, who had not left her side. Over eight years, he had shed his youthful naivety and grown into a more refined and mature individual.
Eight Years had passed, and Mu Shu did not appear as excited as Gou Hongbo. Instead, her ponytail, which hung loosely at the back of her head, seemed lighter, and the delicate jeans she wore appeared even more vibrant.
"Eight Years have passed, and you've learned to take care of your figure," Jufeng remarked, surprising Mu Shu with his first words. Though slightly embarrassed, she did not retort. Deep down, she had undergone some changes; during the week following Jufeng's disappearance, she had locked herself in her room to reflect. It was then that she realized she truly had feelings for this man who dared to abandon his kingdom for love.
A woman can indeed change when she understands who she loves. Jufeng had a unique perspective; she began to pay attention to her own beauty.
Unsure of how to respond, Mu Shu's gaze shifted to Yin Mo behind Jufeng.
"Yin Mo!" Her eyes brightened instantly as she crouched down and called the child over.
"What a beautiful and lovely child you are, Yin Mo. You can call me Auntie."
Yin Mo was a well-behaved child who had read many books, and he was particularly polite.
He gently replied, "Hello, Auntie."
Hearing the sweet voice of the child made Mu Shu beam with joy.
She remained crouched and turned to look at Gou Hongbo, who pulled out a sword from behind him and handed it to Mu Shu. She then extended it toward Yin Mo.
Yin Mo hesitated to take it and looked up at his father.
Jufeng glanced at the sword, his expression shifting slightly. The ancient sword was impressive enough to move him; its origin was clearly not ordinary.
If Jufeng's eyesight hadn’t been dimmed by years of facing darkness, he would recognize this sword as Tai'a, the Sword of Kingship. It held a significance entirely different from Snow Clear but was even more precious and honorable.
Liu Xing, standing behind them, also spotted Tai'a. There was no jealousy or envy in his eyes; he only felt happiness for Yin Mo.
Jufeng nodded and accepted it politely.
He continued on his way home, spending a little more time alone with Mu Shu before resuming his journey.
The second stop was the capital, the center of Huaguo. Waiting to greet him was Situ Yu, the current leader of Hua Gang. Behind him stood Tang Haoran, the only one still active on the Underworld stage from Hua Bang San Long.
"It’s been eight years, and you finally decided to come out. Oh, look how much our Yin Mo has grown! Come here, let Uncle give you a kiss."
Situ Yu still looked like the handsome man he always was; time seemed to have left no trace on his face. The only change was that his demeanor had become more composed, though this composure was something one had to perceive deeply rather than something overtly displayed in his personality.
While Yin Mo was still in a daze, Situ Yu unexpectedly planted a wet kiss on his face.
Jufeng felt a bit more relaxed seeing these old companions and shamelessly remarked at Situ Yu, "In Wucheng, Yin Mo has gained Tai'a. As an uncle, you can't be too stingy."
Situ Yu huffed in annoyance; he was truly tired of the women from the northwest. During their conquests across the world, she had fought fiercely, and what should have been his own brilliance ended up as her backdrop. While Mu Shu had taken Central Asia under control, Hua Gang, which started with a high point, could only secretly manage some regions in Africa and deal with Chieftains and Oil Tycoons. This experience had helped Situ Yu grow significantly. The biggest gain was that now Hua Gang was the wealthiest among the three factions; even Zongheng Express Company couldn't compare to Hua Gang's assets.
"I certainly prepared gifts for my nephew," Situ Yu said coldly. "But what’s so impressive about some broken sword? Just watch."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red Maserati slowly approached from a distance.
The Maserati was the only luxury car brand preserved in Interstellar Progress; others had long been lost to the ravages of time over these two hundred years. Now, Maserati had become an essential vehicle for tasteful wealthy individuals, but it wasn't something anyone could easily acquire just because they were rich.
The Maserati rolled up close before four exquisitely beautiful figures stepped out of the car, followed by four equally stunning young faces.
The foremost one had a Huaguo appearance, smiling charmingly yet maintaining an air of modesty.
"Servant Yaxuan greets Young Master Yin Mo."
Listening to that ethereal voice and the content it conveyed, everyone turned their gaze toward Situ Yu, including Yin Mo.
Situ Yu said, "I just don't understand you all. Why would you choose to learn something like Asceticism when you could be a wealthy young master? There's no shortage of money these days, so naturally, my nephew needs to make up for the suffering of these Eight Years. Yaxuan is a rare talent found only in this world, fluent in ten languages, with eight master's degrees and six bachelor's degrees, not to mention countless other professional certificates. With her and the other three elites teaching Yin Mo, it will surely be much better than what you can offer. A car and a house are basic necessities for living; Yaxuan should take Yin Mo to see if there's anything else he lacks."
As Situ Yu walked over to Yin Mo, who was still in a daze, he tossed him into the car. Jufeng did not oppose this, which implied his consent, as Yaxuan drove off in the Maserati.
What era is it now? Situ Yu still managed to arrange for a maid, and the Maserati was merely a basic facility. That unseen house must surely be the best luxury residence in the most prime location.
With such extravagant arrangements, anyone passing by would undoubtedly wish to drain Situ Yu's blood. Damn it, having money doesn't mean one should flaunt it like this. Yin Mo is just an eight-year-old child; does he really need all this?
At this moment, Yin Mo's mind was completely blank, devoid of any thoughts.
(To be continued)
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