They were all the younger generation of Earth, and they were also the most dazzling generation in the world. However, they were unable to walk out of the calamity that had befallen Earth 17 years ago.
At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded, "The calamity is not something you can control. Why take it to heart until now?"
Hearing this sudden voice, Yang Hao and Song Qiye were shocked at first. Then, they seemed to have thought of something and suddenly looked three thousand meters away.
In the void, a green-clothed figure slowly walked over. The other party stood with his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered as he walked over at a steady pace.
Following the appearance of this figure, the many figures hiding in the forest could not help but poke their heads out to size him up. Their eyes were filled with suspicion.
"Uncle Ye!"
Yang Hao's face immediately lit up.
"Master …"
Song Qiye's body suddenly stiffened as he looked at the tall and straight figure. His slightly trembling eyes were filled with unconcealable excitement.
"Uncle Ye, you're finally here."
Yang Hao took a step forward and walked over. He gave Ye Chen a bear hug. He was overjoyed.
He still remembered that he had a heart attack when he was four years old. His mother died in a car accident. It was his father, Yang Tian, who went to the black market to fake a fight to raise money for a heart transplant.
At that time, it was Ye Chen who had appeared and cured him. He woke his father up from a zombie and changed the life of the Yang family.
It could be said that to Yang Hao, who was in his early twenties, Ye Chen was not only his father's brother, but also his elder. He was one of the few relatives he had in this world.
"Little brat, you seem to have grown taller again."
Ye Chen patted his shoulder while smiling. He looked at the little guy who had grown to his ears, "You've grown handsome too. You're even more handsome than your father."
At the same time, he sighed inwardly.
Although he had seen this little guy at his wedding, he had left in a hurry and did not get along well.
Now that he took a closer look, he could not help but be in a daze. The little guy who had followed Mengmeng for medicinal pills had grown up.
"No way …"
Faced with his praise, Yang Hao scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "By the way, didn't Sister Mengmeng come?"
"She's taking care of her brother at home …"
Theoretically, Yang Hao was a year younger than Mengmeng, but the former looked like Mengmeng's brother.
How would they address each other when they met in the future?
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at the figure in the distance. He took a deep breath and slowly walked over.
Looking at the figure of the former who was slowly walking over, Lin Fan's eyes widened.
Song Qiye's deep eyes suddenly became moist. Then, under the stunned gazes of many people, Song Qiye's eyes became moist.
The North Sea Heavenly King, who was famous in China and commanded millions of soldiers, knelt hard to Ye Chen.
"Master!!!"
An unusually hoarse and excited voice immediately reverberated in the dumbstruck crowd.
Screech!!!
"General Song actually knelt down to that person and even called him Master?!!"
At this moment, the guards hidden in the forest responsible for protecting Song Qiye were in an uproar and began to clamor.
To them, Song Qiye was their faith, but now, their faith was so respectful to a young man?
How could they believe it?
Ye Chen lowered his head and looked at the young man kneeling before him quietly.
The latter was when he was in Japan, he had killed his way into the Yamaguchi-gumi prison and caused the death of a retired Chinese veteran with the surname Song. Feeling guilty, he accepted the veteran's grandson as his disciple and named him Qiye, Song Qiye.
After that, he did not pay much attention to this disciple after passing down the dao method. Furthermore, he had gone to the Ancient Desolate Realm to look for Su Yuhan for 17 years.
In 17 years, his disciple had changed a lot. He had grown from a child to an adult that he could barely recognize.
Ye Chen took a deep breath in under the dead gazes around him. Then, he smiled and placed his hand on Song Qiye's shoulder. He patted him hard twice, "Good child, get up."
However, Song Qiye remained unmoved. He lowered his head and choked, "Master, I'm useless. All these years, I can only …"
"I know!"
Ye Chen lifted his hand and helped him up gently. He then looked at his red eyes and said, "You did the right thing. Why would I blame you?"
In reality, he had always felt guilty towards this disciple. After all, he had not fulfilled his responsibility as a master. Instead, this disciple had relied on his talent and opportunity to cultivate to Stage Nascent Soul.
What was even rarer was that the former had acknowledged him as his master.
Hearing that, Song Qiye nodded heavily. He wiped his eyes and said with a smile, "Master, it's windy outside. Let's talk in the tent …"
"Yang Hao, slaughter that pig we raised and make a feast for Master. We won't return until we're drunk …"
…
The quiet mountain was brimming with a rare joy.
The spacious tent was filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol. Pots of steaming hot food could not help but stir one's appetite.
On both sides of the bonfire, Ye Chen took a sip of wine and glanced at the scar on Song Qiye's forehead. He said in a deep voice, "Tell me, who set up the 12 shackles in your bodies?"
His expression was slightly cold.
Even though he had received this news from Yang Hao, he only truly felt the terrible condition of Song Qiye's body after reuniting with him.
Twelve Bone Needles!
A total of 12 Bone Needles had sealed six main acupoints in Song Qiye's body, and the remaining six had sealed his primordial spirit.
Every single Bone Needle was not weaker than an ordinary spirit treasure.
The purpose of such a sinister method was to seal Song Qiye's advancement to Soul Formation Stage and bind him to the northern region, preventing him from leaving. Once he took a step out of the northern region, his body would instantly collapse and his primordial spirit would dissipate.
Song Qiye's hand that was holding the bowl paused slightly. Then, he closed his eyes and said with a bitter smile, "Master, to be honest, I don't know either."
Ye Chen could not help but frown when he heard that.
Without waiting for him to speak, Song Qiye continued, "This situation happened one day twelve years ago. A contemporary disciple was serving in the army when he received news that Earth had reached a compromise with the foreign immortal sects."
"I was not convinced at that time …"
He could not help but cry, "In order to fight against the foreign immortal sects, many powerhouses of Earth and China dared to fight and die without hesitation. This battle lasted for five years, and countless people were sacrificed. However, the result was a compromise …"
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