Book 15: Chapter 105
Ming Feizhen’s assertion sent him back to the Western Regions. In the afternoon, he would smell an unidentifiable smell in a room where something was boiling. Every now and then, one of the pots being stirred sound no different to an explosion. He was always heard the stirrer mumbling stuff he didn’t understand while keeping his brows together. Every time he removed the contents from the pot, Ming Feizhen would widen his mouth, while the other person would throw it away with discontent. It was the individual in question who inspired Ming Feizhen’s method of separating the toxic qi. The procedure wasn’t something Ming Feizhen could’ve thought up when he barely knew anything about Six mastery of Spring Wind Rainy Night Art wasn’t something anyone could hope to match.
Noticing Feng Jiutian’s gaze on him, Ming Feizhen lamented with a smile. “Not me. One day, you’ll realise that some people were born on a higher level. No matter how underprivileged their starting point is, no matter how you try to stop them, they’re bound to eventually shine. No matter how you try to stop them, you’ll know hear about them in the end.”
After all, the individual aforementioned did go from commoner to the leader of Divine Moon Cult. Still, he went missing at Lawless Cliff. There was no question that were was a logical explanation. Ming Feizhen just needed to have the patience to wait until the day he uncovered the truth.
“Because of that, I’ve lost an arm,” Ming Feizhen said in a deep voice.
“Is… he dead?”
“Even if he is, his death can’t be in vain.”
Feng Jiutian shut his eyes, knowing he wasn’t supposed to pry further, and fell asleep for a while. Upon coming to, he discovered Feng Qizhi had also woken up and was staring at him. The last time they made eye contact with each other was when Feng Jiutian dragged his cousin into the secret chamber and triggered the mutation. It had only been days since then, but he didn’t know what to say.
“… Brother Jiutian,” Feng Qizhi uttered in a raspy voice.
Hearing the emotions in Feng Qizhi’s voice, Feng Jiutian sighed. “Brother Zhi.”