69 Wife (1/2)
Time flowed like water.
The Secret Legion's traitors had been dealt with.
Standing in the cold, Feng Hui's black hair blew in the wind. For everyone, the Secret Legion was akin to home. In the end, despite their actions, the traitors were once a part of their little, humble family.
Hundreds of men and women gathered in the dark cemetery. Near them, several large tombstones were erected. Inscribed on these tombstones, thousands of words that recounted their tales danced about.
In total, there were ten names. Brushing back his hair, Feng Hui stood in his own isolated spot.
”Poke.” A light poke brushed across his black robes.
”Sis.” Feng Hui smiled. At quick notice, the Secret Legion bowed. Meanwhile, Zhi Ruo stopped conversing with the Eastern World's first Transcendent, Zhou Lei.
In the seamless night, the stars glittered. Drooping her head against the silent man's back, Feng Mei mumbled, ”Don't be upset, Big Brother.”
Upset? Feng Hui was confused as his heart pounded. I'm upset?
Despite the signs, Feng Hui had trouble believing it. For decades, he had cared about no one except his mother and sister. Now, he was mournful over the traitors?
”Yeah, I'll try.” The low, soft-spoken voice of the Secret Legion's master echoed throughout the night.
”Thud.” Countless powerful men and women started dropping to the ground, their knees brushing against the tall grass. Like an overflowing waterfall, their emotions burst. Weeping for their fallen brothers and sisters, the cold tears rolled down their cheeks.
Needing some time alone, Feng Hui vanished along with the tears, emerging in the center of the Magical Beast forest. Alone in the cold forest, his fierce beating heart was real.
Investigating the disruption, numerous man-eating monsters had arrived. At first, the beasts were vicious and murderous. However, upon seeing the black-robed Feng Hui, the beasts' pupils enlarged.
Similar to an obedient child, the beasts became kind and meek as if the black-robed man before them was their parent. The beasts retreated to the shadows; Feng Hui paid no heed to the gathering crowd.
While the black-robed master sat within the vast forest, another Feng Hui was walking with a red-haired man. In a world without monsters, he looked around, ”The damage cannot be undone.”
On Earth, the survivors had started to rebuild a functioning civilization. With enough time, the human race would repopulate, but things were different. Bearing new powers, mutations continued to twist and turn. Even now, foreign mysterious abilities were beginning to sprout up.
”You've done enough for us. The human race will forever be in your debt.” Picking up a piece of trash, Sun Yi lit a small flame on his palm.
”How nostalgic.” Feng Hui thought. With a smile, he asked, ”Brother Sun, so what is your choice?”
Sighing, Sun Yi shook his head, ”Brother Feng, I'd like to remain on Earth. In the end, this is the home that I grew up in, and I will see through its development.”
”Very well.” Hearing the answer, Feng Hui wasn't surprised; his friend had formed a new set of beliefs. The process was gradual, and Sun Yi was no longer interested in supreme power.
”Mn?” Laughing, Sun Yi joked. ”Not going to persuade me anymore? It makes me kind of sad, Brother Feng.”
”The life of a Formation Master is not for everyone.” Showing his fist to the red-haired man, Feng Hui smiled, ”If you ever change your mind, a spot in the Secret Legion will be waiting for you.”
Bumping fists with his friend, Sun Yi chuckled as he recalled the vast world that this mysterious master had shown him, ”Of course.”
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