Luo Dajiang's parents watched helplessly from the side. Their faces were full of deep regret, and they wanted to say something, but they did not.
They had obviously seen this scene too many times. It was not that they did not know what to say, but they did not know how to speak. If they really spoke, who should they persuade and how could they persuade? They were stuck in a dilemma.
"Oh, it's Lady Jiang Luoluo."
Yun Yang laughed. "It's the Residence of Nine Supremes' honor to have Lady Jiang here. Please come in, please come in. Lady Jiang's gracious presence brings light to our humble dwelling … When I first saw Lady Jiang, I've wanted to have a friend like Lady Jiang. Please come in, come in quickly."
As he spoke, he gave Jiang Luoluo a look.
Jiang Luoluo's expression changed as well as her eyes. She chuckled and said cheerfully, "Greetings, Supreme Cloud. I, Jiang Luoluo, am pleased to meet you. Supreme Cloud, you're my friend from now on. We hit it off right from the start, friends of life and death. "
Yun Yang laughed. "That's right, that's right. We hit it off right from the start, friends of life and death. Lady Jiang, please, come in quickly. "
Before Yun Yang's words echoed in the air, Jiang Luoluo walked into the Residence of Nine Supremes with her head held high and chest puffed out, ignoring Luo Dajiang.
Luo Dajiang was anxious. "Supreme Cloud, you … Jiang Luoluo, you can't come in!"
Jiang Luoluo said with her head held high, "What did you say? What right do you have to say that? Didn't you hear that it was my good friend, Supreme Cloud, who invited me in? What does it have to do with you? Who are you to me? What right do you have to interfere with my freedom? I'm not here with you, I'm here to visit my good friend! Supreme Lord Cloud is my good friend! "
Luo Dajiang was speechless.
"Brother Luo," Yun Yang's expression was still warm as he said slowly, "Friends have come from afar, it's a must to be a good host. Let's talk about it later … Let's welcome you all tonight! "
He interrupted Luo Dajiang and welcomed Wu Menghuan and Luo Dajiang's family into the Residence of Nine Supremes.
Wu Menghuan, who had been watching from the side, suddenly wore a sincere smile. His expression relaxed as he laughed. "Since it's a welcome, I wonder if there's wine? But is it enough? "
"Of course there is, and it's good wine. There's definitely enough to drink!"
"Great, great …"
Without another word, Wu Menghuan walked in with Yun Yang, ignoring Luo Dajiang who was standing at the door in a daze.
Luo Dajiang stood there blankly for a while, a look of relief flashing quietly in his eyes. He sighed softly and followed them.
Her eyes snuck a peek at the red silhouette beside Yun Yang, tenderness flashing in them.
At this moment, he was surprised to see Jiang Luoluo suddenly turn around and glare at him. Then, with a snort, she raised her head and walked forward arrogantly.
Luo Dajiang's heart softened. How could he not see that the girl's eyes were brimming with tears just now? As she turned her head, the tears fell into the air.
He could feel that the girl's mood had finally relaxed a little, a little bit.
'Perhaps, the Residence of Nine Supremes is the place that will truly change my fate. I hope it won't be a disaster because of my arrival,' Luo Dajiang murmured in his heart.
…
That night, in order to welcome Luo Dajiang and Wu Menghuan, Dong Qitian kindly gave them a night off and allowed the Demiurge-Flawed Ten to reunite and drink.
However, beautiful scenery never lasted long. After the feast, Luo Dajiang and Wu Menghuan began their journey to hell.
That night, at the banquet table, a total of twelve people were completely drunk.
Yun Yang, Qian Duoduo, and the Demiurge-Flawed Ten.
Young Master of Dark Mist, Shi Bujia, Traceless White Blade, Ren Qingkuang, Tri-Autumn Swordsman, Shi Wuchen, Yellow Clad Sword of Frost, Lan Ruojun, Purple Robed Golden Needle, Wu Menghuan, Golden-Armed Scholar, Tie Qingcang, Vicious Physician, Ping Xiaoyi, Star-Soul Saber Man, Luo Dajiang, Serene Soul of Nine Springs, Kong Luoyue, and Eternal Sky Assassin, Guo Nuanyang!
…
The Demiurge-Flawed Ten had finally reunited after a long time. Each of them had their own experiences that they could not talk about, their untold sorrows and sufferings, and their grievances.
But when they gathered together this time, there wasn't a single person that spoke of their encounters after they parted, and all of them chose some interesting matters of the Jianghu to talk about. The room was filled with laughter, and the atmosphere was extremely joyous.
Towards the end, when the ten of them were already tipsy, Wu Menghuan suddenly laughed and howled, saying hoarsely, "The sun and moon are no longer what they used to be. From now on, I'll never be a whetstone!"
The nine of them were stunned when they heard him, then they shouted in unison, "Alright, we'll never be a whetstone again!"
Yun Yang, who was sitting at the head of the table, looked indifferent as he said slowly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with being a whetstone."
Once Yun Yang spoke, the ten men glared at him in unison, their eyes glaring at him furiously.
The humiliation of being a whetstone had been weighing on them for far too long. Now, someone actually said in front of them that there was nothing wrong with being a whetstone?
To put it nicely, it was easy for him to say that, but to put it bluntly, it was a blatant mockery that was poking at their scars.
However, the person who had spoken was Yun Yang. The Demiurge-Flawed Ten were still very respectful towards Yun Yang, the leader of the Residence of Nine Supremes. Although they were unhappy, they did not say anything in the end. In spite of this, the group's mood sank, no longer as excited as before.
It was because these people had a good impression of Yun Yang. Those who were slightly darker would have suspected Yun Yang's motive of recruiting the Demiurge-Flawed Ten. Was he trying to make them into the Residence of Nine Supremes' professional whetstones? While he was giving them a place to stay, he was also trying to trap them here and use them to the very end, using them to the very end?
Otherwise, why would he say such a thing?
"I wonder what the so-called whetstone is in this person's eyes and heart?"
Yun Yang said in a low voice, "First of all, no one can deny that a whetstone has its value. If it doesn't have a certain value, even if you want to be a whetstone, no one will come to you! Don't you think this logic makes sense, everyone? "
Shi Bujia raised his brows and said, "Of course we understand this, but all these years …"
"I don't care about your past experiences. It has nothing to do with the topic at hand. We'll talk about it when it's needed in the future."
Yun Yang cut him off and said, "I only want to ask all of you – during all these years of being a whetstone, did your cultivation base improve quickly? Was your advancement high? "
"Of course we achieved something! If we didn't, wouldn't we have been bullied to death a long time ago? "Luo Dajiang said.
"Hmm. What are the battle results of all of you in these years? Were they all defeats?" Yun Yang's expression was unchanging as he continued to ask without batting an eyelid.
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