Chapter 4620 Guan Xilin's arrival
Chapter 4620 Guan Xilin's arrival
So, in the midst of this chaotic battle, the Ghost Faced Masked Man and Murong Yixuan quietly left with the three children and Seventeen...
In a town a few hundred miles away...
Within the confines of a private dining room in a local restaurant, the group gathered around a table laden with an array of dishes. The Ghost Faced Masked Man, with a meticulous care that belied his previous cold demeanor, began to arrange the food before Yue'er, creating a veritable mountain of sustenance within her bowl.
"Eat," he instructed, his gaze fixed upon Yue'er, urging her to partake of the meal.
Yue'er, confronted with the towering pile of food, stared in bewilderment, her voice tinged with incredulity. "There is so much," she exclaimed, "how can I possibly consume it all? My stomach would surely burst."
"Then eat what pleases you, and leave what does not," the Ghost Faced Masked Man replied, his tone softening slightly. "Which dish do you like the most?"
Murong Yixuan, observing the interaction, shook his head gently, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Just let her pick her own dishes," he suggested. "She cannot possibly finish everything." He proceeded to ladle soup into each of the children's bowls.
"Start with the soup then," he advised, his voice soothing. "Go ahead and eat whatever you want. There's no need to rush."
Yue'er, who was sipping her soup slowly, asked: "When will we return?"
Hao'er and Muchen echoed her sentiment, their gazes fixed upon Murong Yixuan. They all had the thought that this person would be able to take them back.
Murong Yixuan offered a reassuring smile. "I will take you back to Feng Manor, and once there, I will have them notify your Mother. However, I cannot bring you back instantly. It's still quite a distance away, but if you follow me, you need not worry about safety."
"Very well," Hao'er nodded in agreement.
Murong Yixuan turned his attention to the masked man, taking a sip of his drink before posing a question. "Did you know Feng Jiu and the others before?" He wondered if this person was someone Feng Jiu knew.
"I have heard of them, but we have never met," the Ghost Faced Masked Man replied, maintaining his enigmatic persona.
"I can see that your strength is unfathomable, and I imagine that you must also come from an extraordinary background." Murong Yixuan ventured, attempting to elicit further information. However, the Ghost Faced Masked Man remained unyielding, offering no further insights.
The Ghost Faced Masked Man, seemingly unfazed by Murong Yixuan's inquiries, continued to sip his wine, his demeanor suggesting that Murong Yixuan's presence was inconsequential.
Discerning the futility of his inquiries, Murong Yixuan shifted his focus to the children, ensuring they were comfortable and well-fed. He resolved to allow them ample time to rest and recuperate before commencing their journey back to Feng Manor.
Half a month later, Guan Xilin arrived at the boundary separating the mortal realm from the divine realm. His heart pulsed with anticipation as he traversed the terrain on his sword. Having traced their path to Floating Edge Immortal Island, he learned that the children had been brought to this region of the divine realm.
He had pressed onward with unwavering determination, confident that he would finally reunite with the children. He envisioned the joy that would illuminate Little Nine's face upon their return, a prospect that brought a broad, albeit slightly disheveled, smile to his own face.
He arrived at the sect's main gate, his sword carrying him swiftly through the air. As he approached, he noted the signs of a recent conflict, the surrounding trees bearing the marks of battle.
Despite his curiosity, he refrained from comment, instead opting to approach the gate and announce his presence. "Open the door! Open the door!" he called out.
The disciple of guarding the door couldn't help but pause slightly when he heard the sudden commotion. He thought about the life wrecking fight that happened half a month ago, and his heart still trembled slightly. Listening carefully, he seemed to hear only one person outside, so he asked loudly, "Who is it knocking? What do you want?"