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Defeating the Qin Family's forces, Ye Tian and the others found themselves in another predicament. Nearby, Qin Changlin was watching them closely, while Huanggang Ridge was searching for revenge from a distance. Moreover, Wang Weiyang was clearly near Luoma Market, and Ye Tian did not want to miss this rare opportunity. They were caught between pursuing enemies and blockades, with a fateful entanglement in between.
Duan Liu and Yun'er both understood that Ye Tian's purpose for coming here was to rescue Cold Frost, so they insisted on staying at Luoma Market. Cold Moon, however, did not understand the situation and merely thought it was too dangerous to linger here. After much discussion, they found themselves in a deadlock.
At this moment, everyone was hiding in a dilapidated temple in the southeastern woods of Luoma Market. Dark clouds loomed overhead, and flickering flames illuminated the interior of the temple.
The door panels and window frames used as firewood crackled in the bright red flames, while the corner of the temple echoed with the sound of Wine Kid's deep snoring.
Due to the unsatisfactory outcome of their discussions, everyone fell silent, staring blankly at the fire. Duan Liu glanced at Wine Kid and thought to himself that this guy really had no worries at all.
The atmosphere became somewhat oppressive; one could hear a pin drop.
"Return to the mountain."
Ye Tian's voice broke the silence, sounding somewhat helpless yet undeniable.
Everyone turned their gazes toward him. Duan Liu looked as if he was saying "I'll follow your lead," while Cold Moon nodded in agreement. However, Yun'er’s eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness and pain.
If it weren't for Cold Moon provoking Qin Sha, they wouldn't have ended up in such a situation today. Perhaps Ye Tian would have successfully killed his enemy and rescued his beloved. Now, due to everyone's safety, he had to give up this opportunity and helplessly return to the mountain...
Yun'er thought this way and couldn't help but blame Cold Moon for it.
However, Cold Moon seemed to be in high spirits; she didn't know why Ye Tian had come to Luoma Market in the first place and naturally wouldn't have so many worries or regrets. Besides, this battle had been exhilarating and its aftertaste lingered even now.
Seeing Cold Moon's expression, Ye Tian smiled wryly. "Let's rest for the night and set off back to the mountain tomorrow."
Yun'er sighed but ultimately said nothing more. Ye Tian had his own thoughts; he would never put everyone in harm's way.
The discussion was settled, and Duan Liu casually found a place to sleep. During the earlier conversation, anyone could sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere; Cold Moon and Yun'er seemed to be at odds with each other. Duan Liu was quite worried about a repeat of the incident involving Wine Kid and Bai Kuo, but fortunately, nothing of the sort occurred. This relieved him, and soon, the snoring of both him and Wine Kid formed a loud and resounding melody.
Cold Moon was not a narrow-minded person, but at this moment, she felt a hint of secret satisfaction, as Ye Tian had chosen her side over Yun'er's in their debate.
In the northern corner of the dilapidated temple, there was a patch of wild grass, likely left by travelers who had rested there. Cold Moon walked over and lay down on it fully clothed; after all, she had exhausted much energy and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The temple was not large but certainly spacious enough to accommodate five people. At this moment, only Ye Tian and Yun'er remained awake in the empty hall, listening to the crackling flames, creating a somewhat delicate atmosphere.
"Rest now; you must be exhausted. We have to travel tomorrow," Ye Tian said gently, his tone filled with care.
Yun'er shook her head. She had fainted for about two hours and only regained consciousness after arriving here. Although her body was still extremely fatigued, she could not fall asleep because she could clearly sense Ye Tian's confusion and helplessness.
"Do what you want; don't let yourself have regrets for life," Yun'er said, looking at Ye Tian with understanding and comfort in her eyes.
Ye Tian shook his head. The plan to rescue Cold Frost had been unintentionally disrupted by Cold Moon; perhaps this was what they called fate. Fate cannot be defied, and he could not let everyone take risks because of him.
Yun'er seemed to see through Ye Tian's thoughts. She stood up slowly and walked over to sit beside him, her breath soft like orchids: "I will accompany you on this journey."
A tremor ran through his heart; at that moment, Ye Tian felt an urgent impulse to hold this person tightly. She was so understanding that having her by his side would be enough for this lifetime.
However, the harsh reality quickly pulled Ye Tian back. For everyone's sake, he could not go; for Yun'er's sake, he could not go even more.
"Sleep now."
After saying this, Ye Tian took some dry grass from the northern corner and spread it near the fire. He knew that Yun'er still had Chill lingering in her body, so being close to the fire might help her feel better.
Yun'er lightly bit her lip but ultimately said nothing more. Ye Tian's mind was made up; no one could change it. Besides, he was doing it for everyone.
Lying on the "Grass Bed" beside the fire, Yun'er felt a quiet happiness. Ye Tian claimed he wasn't tired, but Yun'er knew he was watching over her, afraid that the flames would ignite the dry grass.
Outside, the mountain wind blew softly, and tonight the stars and moon were dim. The Forest echoed with the calls of unknown wild beasts.
In this secluded mountain courtyard, she found tranquility. This was the life Yun'er had always yearned for, and at this moment in this dilapidated temple in the wilderness, it felt quite meaningful.
Since Ye Tian's last visit to the Qin Family, although on the surface Qin Changlin seemed to value Qin Wuji more, he had secretly been on guard. A person who could connect with disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect and Cloud Token was definitely not someone the Qin Family could keep in their cage.
Thus, Qin Wuji's position was "promoted" from Outer Gate Guard Commander to Storm Hall Master, a hall master with only three subordinates.
Cold Yang certainly felt no discomfort about this; his infiltration into the Qin Family was never for status or power. Now that he had gained some peace, he felt even more at ease.
However, at this moment, Cold Yang furrowed his brow, seemingly troubled by something.
"Elder Wujii, what are you thinking about?" A young boy around thirteen or fourteen years old approached with freshly brewed Biluochun tea, his bright eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Cold Yang turned to him and smiled gently, shaking his head.
The boy was named Little Zhu, a wild child left behind by the flirtatious Qin Sha. Somehow, he later returned home after a change of heart. However, he certainly did not have an official title; being given food and a chance to survive was already considered "benevolence."
The boy also held another identity as the chief Steward of Storm Hall. He had two other subordinates, each with their own titles. Of course, the other two were also products of Qin Sha's flirtations.
Together with Cold Yang, these three made up the well-known Storm Hall.
"Unfettered Hall Master, you were originally Guard Captain; you must have experienced many great things," the boy asked again. He held a good impression of Qin Wuji because his arrival had earned him the title of chief Steward.
"Big matters..." Cold Yang gazed out through the window. Under the vast starry sky, a distant scene seemed to unfold in the eastern direction, where Spirit Martial Town lay.
The Cold Family had been destroyed, nearly wiped out, and his sister was still under the control of evil men. He had helplessly become a pawn. From being one of the talented youths of Spirit Martial Town to now sitting coldly in the deep hall, he wondered if what he had experienced was indeed the big matter that Little Zhu had mentioned.
"Hall Master Unfettered, here is your tea." Little Zhu was perceptive enough to notice that Qin Wuji was lost in thought. To pull him back from his melancholy, he presented the tea.
The elegant aroma of tea wafted into his nostrils. Cold Yang focused his mind; over the past two years, he had undergone significant mental training. Sadness was useless, and he almost never allowed himself to waste time on pointless sorrow.
"Little Zhu, you are eleven years old this year, right?" Cold Yang asked gently while gesturing for Little Zhu to sit beside him.
Little Zhu nodded. He was naturally lively and clever, and it was clear that Hall Master Unfettered did not look down on him like other higher-ups. Thus, he felt less restrained and sat down, which brought them closer together.
"Do you want to learn martial arts?" Cold Yang asked again.
Upon hearing this, Little Zhu's eyes lit up as he eagerly nodded his head.
"Then tell me, what do you want to do after you learn martial arts?"
"Kill bad people!" Little Zhu answered decisively, though it was unclear what his definition of "bad people" was.
"Heh, bad people..." Cold Yang found himself somewhat at a loss for words.
"Hall Master Unfettered, there's something I want to ask you about," Little Zhu said without any hint of shyness. Instead, he blinked his eyes with a sense of curiosity.
Cold Yang nodded and didn't take it to heart.
Little Zhu hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering how to start.
"Who was the Dark Robe that came to see you last time?" Little Zhu asked, perhaps feeling a bit awkward, and added, "It seemed really impressive and mysterious."
Naturally, Cold Yang would not answer such a question. He just smiled and said it was merely a friend. He then casually asked Little Zhu what made him think of that person.
"I just saw a Dark Robe enter the Old Patriarch's Residence. It seemed like that black-robed friend, so I remembered," Little Zhu recalled.
After being promoted to the hall master of Storm Hall, Wang Weiyang had come to see Cold Yang once. Little Zhu had been responsible for serving tea during that visit, and perhaps because Little Zhu was just an inconspicuous little kid, Wang Weiyang did not hold back. It was surprising that this kid had such a good memory and could recognize Wang Weiyang at a glance.
Wang Weiyang went to meet Qin Changlin...
Suddenly, Cold Yang stood up, his expression tightening as if facing a great enemy.
Last time, Wang Weiyang had requested Cold Yang to use his own influence to mobilize the Qin Family Guard to go to the ruins of Brave Blade Hall. Unfortunately, at that time, Cold Yang had already been stripped of his power and could only rely on three little boys. That was why Little Zhu had the opportunity to serve tea to Wang Weiyang.
Initially, Wang Weiyang did not believe it, but after investigation, he discovered that Cold Yang had indeed lost significant power. In the end, he left quietly without making any further arrangements.
However, Cold Yang was puzzled about why this guy wanted him to mobilize people to go to the ruins of Brave Blade Hall, which had been abandoned for a long time and was completely deserted.
Due to changes in his status, Cold Yang's sources of information had also undergone a drastic transformation. From being well-informed before, he now lived in seclusion with limited news, almost cut off from the world.
He hadn't even heard about major events like the deaths of Qin Sha, Qin Qing, and Black Butcher Shadow, or that the forces of the Qin Family had suffered heavy losses.
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