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The snow from the third day finally cleared on the fourth.
In the sunlit afternoon, the boy with the Guitar Case arrived once again at the entrance of Huankezhao, still carrying a paper bag filled with Milk Crisp Cookies.
The fountain was alive, its water sparkling in the sunlight, creating a beautiful sight.
The boy paused outside for a moment, and as usual, when the sun was no longer so intense, he turned to leave.
His baseball cap obscured his face, hiding his true expression.
Leaving behind the bustle of Huankezhao, the boy entered a narrow alley where no one was around at this time. He lived in a classical inn deep within.
As he walked along the familiar path, suddenly, his footsteps faltered for just a moment. But it was only for an instant before he continued forward as if nothing had happened.
Only his hand that held the Guitar Case slightly shifted outward.
The inn was at the end of the alley, and the boy had to pass many tall walls and narrow paths.
As he approached an intersection ahead, a hand suddenly emerged from around the corner, reaching out toward him.
The hand moved quickly—so quickly that the boy barely had time to register it before it was right in front of him, grabbing his collar.
However, in that instant, he swiftly brought his guitar to the front, blocking any further action from that hand.
It turned out that brief hesitation had its reason.
With the guitar case now in front of him, the boy seized the opportunity to step back immediately.
But before he could retreat to a safe distance, the owner of that hand extended the other hand and struck the Guitar Case high into the air. Then, the previous hand continued its assault towards the boy without changing direction.
The boy furrowed his brow slightly, leaping into the air and transforming his palm into a slap, bringing the Guitar Case down again to block between the two of them.
He landed, one hand opening the case to reveal a Dragon Light inside.
It turned out to be a sword.
The Snow White Longsword.
The boy made a move to grasp the sword, but unfortunately, those two hands alternated their strikes against the Guitar Case. The box collided with the boy's arm, causing the lid to close involuntarily once more.
The Dragon Light was merely a fleeting glimpse.
The boy wanted to make another move, but that hand pinned one of his hands down, and he saw a familiar face.
The boy was astonished, but more so filled with joy; his expression blossomed beneath the baseball cap.
“Dad,” he exclaimed involuntarily.
The newcomer wore a smile as well, loosening his grip and saying, “Let’s talk at your place.”
The boy led a young man in his thirties to his inn, as if he had found a glimmer of hope.
Since arriving at Magellanic Star these past few days, he hadn’t uttered a word, except for when he had no choice but to speak while buying Milk Crisp Cookies. His mood had been incredibly heavy—he had never felt such weight before.
However, the arrival of the young man felt like a ray of dawn breaking through the oppressive gloom, bringing with it the hope of a new beginning.
As he pushed the door open and saw the woman standing by the bed, his smile widened even more.
"Aunt Vera."
The boy called out lightly.
Vera looked at the young man standing at the door. The last time she had seen him was probably ten years ago; it felt like a lifetime had passed. He had grown so much, exuding an extraordinary presence and bearing a striking resemblance to Jufeng from years past.
"Liu Xing, come in."
Undoubtedly, the man whom Liu Xing referred to as "father" was none other than Jufeng.
"Father, how did you find me?"
Liu Xing had been at Magellanic Star for quite some time and knew that his family must have informed Jufeng about what had happened. He just hadn't expected his father to arrive so quickly.
Jufeng gestured for Liu Xing to sit down. It was comforting to see that Liu Xing had matured significantly over the past two years; he resembled a sword yet to be drawn, its sharpness concealed but ready to strike.
"As soon as Aunt Vera and I received the news, we rushed over. Your family followed closely behind. I figured Star would be cautious and would scout around nearby, but I didn't expect we would find Star so quickly."
Perhaps this was the unspoken understanding between father and son.
The news had come from Liu Gulang, and Jufeng felt a sense of relief. His son could now traverse oceans and starry skies to rescue those he loved; he had truly grown up.
"Your father wants you to go ahead and do what you need to do; both he and your mother support you."
Jufeng conveyed Liu Gulang's parting words. After hearing this, Liu Xing felt a wave of emotions welling up inside him, suddenly feeling a bit melancholic.
His eyes began to moisten.
Like Chuyang, Liu Xing was not an ordinary child; he had faced life and death numerous times in the past. However, this situation was different from before.
In the past, there were always people like Jufeng by his side, but this time, he was truly facing difficulties alone. Chuyang was trapped all alone away from her family, and he too was setting out on his journey all by himself.
“Dad, is Chuyang scared all alone? She has never been by herself before. Even when the world was in chaos, I was always there with her. She can't even enjoy her favorite Milk Crisp Cookies now, and there won't be anyone to tuck her in at night. I'm really worried about her.”
As Liu Xing spoke, his emotions grew more intense until he could no longer hold back his tears, which spilled over his cheeks.
His feelings naturally began to infect those around him. Vera looked at the sun-kissed boy's weary face and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy; love can be so difficult!
Jufeng fought back tears and subtly shifted the topic, not wanting to be overwhelmed by the sorrowful atmosphere. The most crucial thing at hand was rescuing Chuyang.
"Star, tell us about the situation at home."
Hearing this question from Jufeng made Liu Xing realize that news from the source was always more direct than hearsay. He immediately recounted what had happened.
"Ever since Dad left, there hasn't been much for the family to do. My master, Uncle Wu, and I have been training mechs with the Azure Wind Antelope. Uncle White Dragon's training is very strict, so we haven't had much time to spend with Chuyang. When Chuyang sent Yin Mo off to school..."
Liu Xing recounted the events as they had unfolded, which were mostly in line with what Jufeng already knew, though he added some additional details.
Yin Mo had severely injured both of those individuals. After two years, the child's combat skills had improved significantly. Along with Five Manners and Liu Xing, their proficiency in mecha was impressive, and all three had reached Crimson Rank. Even Zhu Yaochang, Guo Hong, and Dong Qing had become formidable.
Tong Bailong had set them a very strict training regimen, not out of malice, but simply because he applied his own standards to everything, which naturally felt harsh to ordinary people.
There were mixed feelings, but it was somewhat comforting.
Jufeng felt nostalgic; once these elites reached the Dragon Breaker Army, the position of Dragon Head would be even more firmly established.
The weather outside had turned gloomy as afternoon faded into evening.
Jufeng glanced out the window and then said to Liu Xing, "Come on, I'll take you to meet an acquaintance. I haven't seen him in over two years, and he will surely be pleased to see you."
(To be continued)
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