Chapter 903: Raging Thunder Quelled by Earth (I)
Fei Qingyi rode the wind all the way. The lake rippled beneath her as cultivators wearing jade pendants at their waists passed through the scattered islets that dotted the waters. Flags fluttered on both shores. She looked up at the land before her.
There was Milin Prefecture, Jade Court, Glacial Clouds Peak, Huazhong, but all she saw was the word, Li. She hadn’t returned for decades. When she had left, the three families had agreed not to fight within the lake, an agreement personally established by Yuanwu Peak. And now, everything bore the Li surname.
Fei Qingyi only felt a faint chill on the lake breeze. As she made her way to the northern shore, the people who came to greet her didn’t recognize her, addressing her as milady one after another. She simply waited in silence for Fei Tongyu.
Soon, an old man approached. His face was weathered, eyes slightly bulging, fingers maimed, and one foot still bandaged and suspended. He was clearly not yet healed. From afar, he looked utterly wretched.
She had left home at the age of six. And so, much like the current Fei Family, the old man before her felt like a complete stranger.
Suppressing her tears, she followed her father into a small courtyard filled with plum blossoms and asked, "Why don’t I see any of the uncles?"
"They died by the river." Fei Tongyu replied dismissively, not the least bit sorrowful. A ferocious hatred blazed in his eyes, his mind entirely fixated on the sword-wielding enemy by the river. He asked urgently, "Have you confirmed it? That man is Si Yuanli! From the Si Family of the Azure Pond Sect!"
Fei Qingyi felt everything around her was unfamiliar, and the old man before her even more frighteningly so. She silently nodded, while Fei Tongyu grew visibly excited.
His hunched body straightened abruptly as he asked, "Yuan Xiu? How many members does the Si Family have? What’s their strength... their lineage?"
His questions came like a barrage of arrows. Fei Qingyi answered them one by one, a growing terror gripping her heart. Her delicate hand, hidden in her white robe, was clenched so tightly that it turned pale.