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After returning from my hometown, I called Zhang Fengyi. I laid everything about the box on the table and asked her to meet for a discussion. She dropped the pretense and agreed to the meeting.
I arrived alone at the agreed location—a deserted scenic area on the outskirts of the city.
"You have some guts, kid. Aren't you afraid?" A figure emerged from the bushes.
"Yes, I am."
Zhang Fengyi was taken aback; she must have thought I would boldly declare that I feared nothing.
"But for my family, I had to come," I said firmly.
"Not bad, quite honest. But I advise you not to hold any illusions!" Zhang Fengyi replied ominously.
"Why are you holding my father's soul captive?"
"What harm did my wife do to you?"
"Why are you making things difficult for us?"
"You are a learned man; you understand what karma is. Don't you fear falling into the abyss for doing this?"
"Aren't you afraid of what you're doing..."
I was just getting into it when Zhang Fengyi suddenly interrupted me, her agitation palpable.
"Kid, do you know? Your father and I have known each other for a long time, and we come from the same school."
I was taken aback.
"Back then, my master and I..."
As Zhang Fengyi excitedly recounted her story, an unexpected truth slowly unfolded before me. It turned out that when my father became a disciple, Zhang Fengyi was already the eldest apprentice.
Zhang Fengyi was an orphan, abandoned by her parents in the wilderness shortly after birth. Fortunately, she was found and taken in by her master, who named her Fengyi, treating her as both a student and a daughter.
When Zhang Fengyi was nine years old, her master took her on a journey. Passing through our hometown, he remembered his old friend Wu Yuntian, my grandfather, and wanted to pay him a visit. However, they arrived just as a plague broke out in the village. Despite her master's skilled and compassionate efforts to save the villagers, more than half of them ultimately lost their lives. My grandfather's family did not survive except for my father.
Thus, my father became Zhang Fengyi's junior disciple and the last student of the old master. The two of them learned together under their master, traveling far and wide. From childhood friends to gradually developing feelings for each other as they grew up, their bond deepened over time.
Later, when my father had mastered his skills, he left to gain experience in the world. But from that point on, he seemed to vanish without a trace—no one saw him again, nor did he send any letters or messages. Soon after, the Ten-Year Catastrophe began, and their master ultimately could not endure it.
After burying her master, Zhang Fengyi fell into despair and contemplated following him into the afterlife. However, there were still people she cared about in this world, so she chose to escape instead. She lived in hiding, wandering across the country while enduring hardships.
What kept her going was the singular belief that she would find her junior disciple. Yet when Zhang Fengyi finally overcame countless obstacles to locate my father, she discovered that he was already married. That revelation shattered her completely.
She hysterically shouted at my father, "Why? Why?"
My father knelt before her and said, "Senior Sister, I’m sorry. Just forget me!"
To my shock, Zhang Fengyi drew a dagger and aimed it at herself.
With a twisted expression, she declared, "Wu Yuanshan, you are treacherous. All my suffering is caused by you. I want you to feel guilt and pain for the rest of your life."
From that moment on, Zhang Fengyi embarked on a path of darkness.
She tampered with our family’s Ancestral Grave, siphoning off our family's fortune and lifespan to take revenge on my father.
As a teacher, he had already interfered too much with the heavenly order, which was against the natural way and would shorten his life.
With Zhang Fengyi's actions, my father's lifespan quickly dwindled.
Now it was my turn.
After hearing her accusations, I fell silent.
I never imagined that Zhang Fengyi and my father had such a tragic connection.
Suddenly, I felt pity for the woman before me.
Love turned to anger; from love came deep resentment.
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