Yan Zhaoge's impression of his mother, Xue Chuqing, was extremely faint. Therefore, he was still rather calm inside.
Still, seeing Yan Di's rare expression of disappointment, Yan Zhaoge felt a little emotional for a time.
Seeing his father like he was looking at his wife like she was a rock, Yan Zhaoge was silent for a moment before a sneaky smile suddenly appeared on his face as he went over and asked, "Father, between you and mother, who is stronger?"
Hearing his words, Yan Di instantly did not know whether to laugh or to cry, "This child, this is what you are thinking about?"
"That year, your fame even surpassed mother's. Still, hearing you speak of it today, I know that mother's martial legacy is even more outstanding, having always been concealed deeply. Of course I'm curious." Yan Zhaoge said eloquently, "Perhaps mother left you some face in front of outsiders back then?"
Yan Di pointed at Yan Zhaoge, shaking his head, "You, you …"
Yan Zhaoge chuckled, asking, "Tell me, tell me."
Yan Di first laughed before he recalled very earnestly, "Having never fought to the death, I cannot be completely certain. Still, I should have been stronger. Still …"
He narrowed his eyes, "Chuqing should be stronger than second apprentice-brother and Huang Xu."
"In terms of precise control over her own strength, Chuqing is the most outstanding person I have ever seen."
Hearing his words, Yan Zhaoge instantly smiled, "More outstanding than you?"
Yan Di answered candidly, "In this aspect, she is stronger than me. If we say that a portion of our strength is a portion of our effect, a portion of Chuqing's strength is more than a portion of her effect. This has nothing to do with the martial arts she cultivates in. Instead, it is more like her talent. "
Yan Zhaoge asked, "Speaking of talent, how is Han Long 'er?"
After Shi Tie had passed away, Ying Longtu had been the last to enter the clan amongst his disciples. He was also the youngest, having yet to leave his tutelage.
After discussing it, the bigwigs of Broad Creed Mountain had finally decided to hand Ying Longtu over to Yan Di for guidance.
However, in terms of the clan's lineage, Ying Longtu was still of Shi Tie's lineage, with Yan Di being his successor.
Actually, when Yan Zhaoge had first picked up Ying Longtu that year, he had already felt that the most suitable Master for him was not his eldest apprentice-uncle Shi Tie, but his father Yan Di.
While Han Long 'er was simple in mind, he was clear and agile in his comprehension of the martial dao. He learnt everything very quickly, also being able to master it thoroughly.
Others dabbled too much and might bite off more than they could chew.
But when it came to Han Long 'er, he was proficient in everything. Moreover, they could help each other out and enlighten each other.
In other words, besides having a different temperament, Han Long 'er was actually more suited to follow the path of his father Yan Di or his second apprentice-uncle Fang Zhun in cultivating martial arts.
However, of Yan Di and Fang Zhun, the former didn't like to accept disciples. Other than the nameless Ah Hu, he only had two direct disciples.
One was his only son, Yan Zhaoge, and the other was his senior apprentice-brother and good friend, Feng Chi's son, Feng Moyang.
Moreover, part of the reason why he accepted Feng Moyang as his direct disciple was because of his talent in alchemy.
The latter, on the other hand, was in charge of the administrator's hall and had many matters to attend to. After Lu Wen, he no longer accepted disciples.
Of course, Shi Tie was also very good at teaching disciples, especially since he would not use himself as a model to teach his disciples.
Although Xue Fei was the same as him, only specializing in a single martial art, he taught Ying Longtu a different path, laying down an extremely good foundation.
Ying Longtu being taught by Yan Di now was not inconvenient at all.
Yan Di also did his utmost to nurture the descendant left behind by his eldest apprentice-brother.
Hearing Yan Zhaoge ask about Han Long 'er, Yan Di smiled, "You'll know when you see him."
"Oh?" Yan Zhaoge blinked, "It looks like it's worth looking forward to."
After smiling, Yan Zhaoge asked solemnly, "Father, you've all seen the people senior apprentice-uncle Feng and the others brought back to the Mountain, right?"
Yan Di's expression turned solemn as well, "I've seen them, but never would I have thought that there would be such a miraculous thing."
Yan Zhaoge was naturally referring to that Ouyang Qi who was extremely similar to Sikong Qing, as well as Chang Ning who had already been slain by Sikong Qing.
Ouyang Qi aside, Chang Ning's corpse had also been temporarily taken care of by Yan Zhaoge with a secret technique before being sealed up and handed over to Feng Chi and Feng Moyang to bring back to Broad Creed Mountain before the great battle of the East Sea this time.
Yan Di and the others had long since seen them, feeling that it was unexpected as they clicked their tongues in wonder.
"Returning to the Mountain this time, junior apprentice-niece Sikong, we will also have to inspect him once more," A pondering look appeared on Yan Di's face, "He feels that he is not simple at all."
Yan Zhaoge nodded slightly in agreement.
Father and son then chatted about Yan Zhaoge's experiences in the outside world this time.
The praise within Yan Di's gaze as he looked at Yan Zhaoge grew denser and denser. Still, it was instead buried deep within his eyes, no longer being revealed as he instead pointed out the flaws and inadequacies of Yan Zhaoge's trip this time.
This was the nature of fathers. The more satisfied they were with their children, the less they would praise them verbally. Instead, they hoped that their children would be more outstanding and perfect.
After this, Yan Di still had to ask Sikong Qing some questions as well as deal with other matters of the clan. After separating from him, Yan Zhaoge leisurely strolled along the mountain path.
After parting with Yan Di, Yan Zhaoge's expression gradually turned solemn.
There was still some time before the Marsh of Illusory Sea's illusory realm would weaken and the Ten Character Heavenly Rainbow would appear. Yan Zhaoge was not in a rush to leave as he could rest and recuperate on the Mountain.
Still, Yan Di's words had revealed some information which verified many of Yan Zhaoge's earlier guesses.
A great apocalypse had caused the original world to shatter.
Whether it was the Eight Extremities World or the Flame Devil World, they were both a part of it.
And now, it was very likely that other worlds existed, which proved this point.
At the same time, there was also Sikong Qing's unique situation.
The world on the other side of the Ten Character Heavenly Rainbow should also be one of the fragments of a complete world of pre-Great Calamity times?
Countless thoughts flashed through Yan Zhaoge's mind. Actually, what he was most concerned about was whether the martial dao that his mother cultivated in was one of the legacies of pre-Great Calamity times that had been completely preserved, then discovered by a fortuitous coincidence later on, or had it been passed down by a survivor of the Great Calamity?
Observing the pillar of the Divine Palace in the Great Western Desert and witnessing that mysterious woman related to the Extreme Yin Crown, Yan Zhaoge had already felt that there were survivors of the Great Calamity.
After so many years had passed, perhaps the survivors themselves had already passed away. However, could there be some legacies that had not been lost, having been passed down all this time?
Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes, a dim light flickering within them, "If such people really exist, do they know what exactly caused that Great Calamity?"
Strolling along the mountain path alone, Yan Zhaoge suddenly laughed, "Pretty interesting."
Knowing that there were heavens beyond heavens, Yan Zhaoge did not panic. Instead, he felt as if his heart had been broadened, as if he had been enlightened.
Raising his head and gazing into the distance, outside of Broad Creed Mountain Range, the morning sun appeared over the horizon.
Facing the sunlight, Yan Zhaoge stretched lazily, raising his feet once more as he strode forward. (To be continued.)
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