Chapter 87: Chasing The Light Northward (1)
Sun Chao’en had walked up to Wei Yuan’s side before he knew it. After reading the letter, he remarked, “You can pour it all out, but can’t hold anything in. Your style is also reckless and untamed. If our teacher sees your calligraphy now, he will surely give you another scolding!”
“True.” Wei Yuan nodded. Suddenly, a pair of tears fell off his eyes and shattered against his chest plate.
His hand felt warm when he used it to wipe his face. When he turned to look at Sun Chao’en, he noticed that the man was full of tears a long time ago.
He wiped his face again when suddenly, he noticed an arrow sitting at a corner. It was the signal arrow Wei Yuan had left behind for Fang Hetong. Had the scholar shot the arrow, he would have learned of the assault and rushed back immediately.
The arrow was right within Fang Hetong’s reach, yet he had never used it.
Wei Yuan wondered why and arrived at the answer just a few seconds later. The Liao barbarians had invaded en masse, and there wasn’t a single spot on the frontier that was untouched by the flames of war. Those with spare forces had already dispatched them to aid the besieged. Wei Yuan himself had no established connections; there was no way anyone would turn back solely to rescue him. Fang Hetong, a man who knew the ways of the world very well, had long discerned this truth when he compared Wei Yuan to Lee Zhi.
Had he shot the signal arrow, Wei Yuan would be the first person to show up. He would also be the only one to show up.
Wei Yuan wiped his face again and set down the signal arrow. Then, he scanned the mound of heads with his perception. Suddenly, he frowned and exclaimed in puzzlement, “Where’s his head?”
Fang Hetong had forged a Dao Foundation. Thus, a speck of spirituality should remain in his sea of consciousness even after he had died. It would not disappear immediately either. When Wei Yuan scanned the mound of heads with his perception, though, he could not find a single primordial spirit that had undergone any sort of refinement. In other words, Fang Hetong’s head was not among them.