Volume 1 Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 8 Family Arrives

In the lobby of the inn, some people were cursing and laughing at him, while some others kept silent; they were staring at Di Hongtian nervously, frightened by his reputation.

The story about how he’d killed Pang Fei with just one movement of the sword at the mountain foot had traveled far and wide. The legend of his sword, Zhongfeng, and the ident.i.ty as the remaining son of the Sword Villa also made people be prudent and keep their distance from him, though he was only fifteen or sixteen.

Di Hongtian took the key from the waiter and looked around at the people who surrounded him with a serious eye; the entire audience became quiet.

Though he was as powerful as a top warrior, his ident.i.ty and the complicated relations.h.i.+p between his family and their enemy in the underworld made him quite the force, in their eyes.

He saw someone special, who was hiding among the audience, but he didn’t give any reaction, and left for his room upstairs.

Tap tap. . .

Someone knocked at the door just as he’d sat down.

“Come in.” He set the sword on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Someone entered; a hard-to-find smile appeared on Di Hongtian’s face when he got a clear look at the visitor. He took out a chair to ask him to sit. “Why are you here?”

The man was about eighteen to nineteen, a little older than him. His face was delicate and its shape was slim, and though he looked weak, his eyes seemed full of clever ideas.

“Tian, what’s your plan?” he asked, with serious concern. “The whole world is searching for you now. Don’t you know what kind of situation you are in? Even though you already prepared to give up the sword, it is hard to keep yourself safe in such turbulence.”

“I know,” he replied quietly, nodding.

He had sensed the difference in the world. But indeed, this was his purpose.

“Well,” the visitor said with a sigh, “even in our own family, someone heard the story of your sword, and got some ideas about it.”

He was stunned by these words, but soon he reverted back to his indifference. “Understandable.”

“Are you coming to me only to warn me about this?”

He nodded. “Another thing is that, the grand-lord’s health is poor. He contracted an illness, and this led to a reemergence of old wounds; we’re afraid he is in danger. So they sent me to ask you back.”

“What?” Di Hongtian’s expression turned upset and he stood up. “How could that be?”

“He is old and weak. Even a small illness could take his life.” He shook his head.

“When I left, he was still well. . . ” Di Hongtian’s fists clenched tightly. “I can go now. You stay here for one night, and don’t follow me.”

“Though I am not as powerful as you, my Tianxiang Sword Art is at the sixth grade. So don’t worry about me; those people are not my match.”

“Changkong, once you fight them, your art will be known by them. I can’t drag the whole family into danger with me,” Di Hongtian said, stopping him.