"Was this written by your mother?" Yan Li said in shock. "It doesn't look like words of love, but more like a farewell."
"This is the farewell." Liumu Bingjian calmed himself down. "I learned from the notes that my father left behind that he and my mother met in Bu Luo City. However, not long after I was born, my mother suddenly disappeared, leaving behind only me and the Witch God's Treasure Mirror that she stole."
She paused and sighed. "You know what happened. The Witch God's Treasure Mirror naturally returned to its owner … Fortunately, my father was backed by Kunlun. The Witch King did not make things difficult for us and allowed us to return to Kunlun."
"Your father is also a Kunlun descendant?" Yan Li asked.
Liumu Bingjian shook his head and said, "Since ancient times, Kunlun has always been one teacher and one disciple. There has never been an exception, and it can never be passed down to children. My father was a Kunlun slave who served Kunlun. Since ancient times, Kunlun slaves were forbidden from marrying and having children. My father violated the Kunlun commandments and had to leave Kunlun. "
"Isn't that just right?" Yan Li said, "He can go find your mother."
"He said the same in the notes," Liumu Bingjian said sadly, "He also wrote that even if he couldn't find her, he would come back to see me. However, after so many years, he never came back. I've traveled all over the Three Realms, but I couldn't find any trace of him. "
"What kind of clues can we find with these few words?" Yan Li asked.
Liumu Bingjian gently rubbed the words on it and forced a smile. "At least it's a memory."
Yan Li suddenly smiled and said, "In my opinion, your father and mother are probably going to be separated forever. They are happily talking about love and not having you as a burden. Maybe in a few years, there will be a group of younger brothers and sisters who call you sister, hugging you and asking you for sweets." Yan Li suddenly laughed.
Liumu Bingjian imagined that scene and immediately smiled through his tears. "If that's really the case, then I must prepare sweets."
"Now give it to me," Yan Li said.
Liumu Bingjian handed it over and could not help but laugh. "What benefits did the Golden Crow Queen promise you that you would risk your life for her?"
"Occasionally, I take actions that are not for profit." Yan Li looked at the mirror with a complicated expression.
After a while, he handed the treasure mirror to Nan Zhi. "Give it to your master. Tell her to take good care of it. Don't lose it again."
"Meow." Nan Zhi stared at Yan Li and meowed, as if saying "thank you".
"Stupid cat," Yan Li rubbed its head hard and scolded with a smile. "You're already very stupid, but you're still acting stupid."
"Meow!" Nan Zhi struggled to get away from Zhang Zian and angrily used its "Meow Meow Punch".
After a long time, Nan Zhi was nowhere to be seen. Yan Li sat on the ground in a daze. His Thousand Silk Mask had been scratched off, but there was no reaction.
"Young Master Yan?" Liumu Bingjian called out softly.
Yan Li came back to his senses and suddenly said, "Let me ask you something."
"Go ahead." Liumu Bingjian said.
Yan Li said, "If, and I'm saying if, there was once a woman like the Golden Crow Queen who liked you and was willing to give her body to you, how would you feel?"
Liumu Bingjian did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm not a man. Why would she give her body to me?"
"I said if." Yan Li stood up in annoyance.
Liumu Bingjian said, "Young Master Yan, are you talking about yourself?"
"Can't I?" Yan Li said.
Liumu Bingjian could not help but laugh. "Please forgive me for not beating around the bush. Young Master Yan, you're delusional."
"I said it was in the past. Now she wants to kill me. I'm trying to save my life. Do you understand …"
"You're speaking as if you're serious."
…
The next day.
The Soaring Peng Convention.
Guests swarmed in like clouds.
The venue was in a large plaza. The entire place was covered in a bright red carpet and surrounded by bright red warm tents. It was as if a wedding was being held. Before the hour had even arrived, the seats were already full. However, the only guests with any status were those at the tables below the stage.
The most distinguished of them all was naturally the Golden Crow Queen of Bu Luo City. She and her subordinates sat at a table alone, attracting countless gazes.
Next was the host, the Cao Clan.
In order to stabilize the situation, the experts of the Cao Clan were all present.
The Left and Right Protectors, the Seven Guardian Deities, Shangguan Jinhong himself and his three sons.
Next was the group from the Dragon Emperor Residence led by Lone Eagle.
With Lone Eagle's identity, he was more than qualified to participate in the Soaring Peng Convention.
Jin Sheng's gaze lingered on the back of the stage.
Next was the group from the Heavenly Policy Tower led by the restored Liumu Bingjian.
There were only three people at this table. Gu Caiwei did not appear.
Next was the group from Ning Bi Cliff led by Liang Zhenyi, the Venerable Blood Coagulation Saber.
Liang Zhenyi seemed to be standing alone. He had a cold expression, a pair of thick eyebrows, small eyes, an aquiline nose, thin lips, and prominent cheekbones. Because of the way his hair was tied up, his head looked a little out of shape. However, when put together, he had an extraordinary charm.
However, when one looked at him, what attracted one was not his face, but the invisible saber intent on his body.
He sat there, looking like a peerless saber. Once it was unsheathed, it would drink blood before returning.
Apart from him, there were a few important disciples of Ning Bi Cliff.
Xiong Bolin, who had been defeated by Yan Shiyi, was one of them.
Judging from the current situation, the tragedy at Ning Bi Cliff had not spread here yet. Otherwise, Xiong Bolin's gaze would not be as simple as a provocation.
How could Yan Shiyi care about Xiong Bolin's provocation? He could not even defeat the latter when he was still in the Cultivation Realm, let alone now that he had broken through to the next level.
He only had eyes for Liang Zhenyi.
The focus of the Flying Roc Assembly was, of course, to "recruit talents". However, it was not good to be too blatant. After Shangguan Jinhong's plain and brief speech, there was a period of time where they could eat, drink, and talk about everything under the sun.
About an hour later, Shangguan Jinhong said lightly, "Let's begin."
The conversation stopped immediately, because they knew that the main event was coming.
The attendants on the stand immediately sent the news backstage.
Then, Yan Li walked to the stand empty-handed.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering what the young master of the Flying Roc Fort was doing.
"Today, here and now, I'm going to tell you a story that you'd like to hear," Yan Li said.
"Where's the Soul Freezing Pill?" Xiong Bolin could not help but ask loudly.
Yan Li said, "There's no Soul Freezing Pill today, only a story."
Liang Zhenyi's thick eyebrows raised, and he suddenly looked at Shangguan Jinhong.
"Father, what's going on?" Shangguan Feipeng asked in surprise.
Shangguan Jinhong tightly pursed his lips, and his expression gradually turned cold. He said, "If you want to tell me, then go on. It's best if you tell me clearly and in detail. Don't leave out a single word."
"Of course I'm going to go on, or I wouldn't be standing on this stand today," Yan Li said.
"Little thief, tell your mother!" At this moment, Jin Sheng's expression suddenly became fierce. He quickly took out a golden bell and threw it out. At the same time, he disappeared in a flash.
The golden bell expanded in the wind, and with a "dong" sound, it rang out.
The sound of the bell was as heavy as a mountain.
Yan Li was instantly suppressed and could not move.
Then, the Thousand Silk Mask on his face was taken off.
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