198 A Newfound Guard (1/2)
A formal invitation arrived at the inn.
Old Marshal Qiu had invited Han Sanhe for a long talk.
Han Sanhe had gone with the other marshals last night to earnestly ask Old Marshal Qiu to release the captured generals. Due to the urgent situation, Han Sanhe had immensely lowered his position and of course, it was very gratifying for Old Marshal Qiu! He was still reveling in it until now… although it was a little too short for his heart’s content.
Therefore, the old marshal had invited Han Sanhe over to reminisce about the old times early in the morning, hoping to recall good times and pick things up from there.
”Reminisce.”
Old Marshal Qiu was smiling triumphantly, his beam said it all – he did not bother to hide his glee.
What a jerk!
Han Sanhe kept a straight face as he said indifferently, ”It has been so many years. We should be reminiscing indeed.”
Old Marshal Qiu laughed and said, ”Those people you begged me to release yesterday… they’ve already left the city today?”
Han Sanhe’s bony face subconsciously twitched.
You begged me yesterday…
Han Sanhe straightened up in his seat and said formally, ”This old man wants to curse with something like ‘shameless old wreck’. Should I say it?”
Old Marshal Qiu coughed and replied, ”Since it’s a curse, of course, it’s better not to say it.”
Han Sanhe snorted.
After a while, Old Marshal Qiu finally asked after scratching his cheek for a while, ”Han Sanhe, you’ve helped those people so much. Didn’t they thank you?”
Han Sanhe was flustered but he did not say anything.
”They should at least give you something, shouldn't they?” The old marshal was very curious. ”Tell me, how did they thank you? How many gifts have you received? You old thing must have made a fortune. Although you’ve put yourself down to beg me, it must be worth it…”
Han Sanhe stood up with a flutter of his sleeves and left, not even saying a word of farewell.
Facing such a shameless old thing whose face was so thick it could be made into a shoe insole and who reveled in poking fun at other’s wounds, even speaking half a word was too much!
Watching Han Sanhe’s diminishing back, Qiu Jiahna hollered, ”Old Han, just speak up if you need any help in the future. As long as I can do it, this old man shall never refuse. Nothing is too hard to be brought up to us, there’s no need to beg or plead. That’s disheartening…”
Han Sanhe quickened his pace, speed walking away like he did not hear anything.
The old marshal’s guffaw could be heard from behind him, the laughter loud and triumphant.
”Old wreck! How dare he harass me like that!”
Han Sanhe who exited Marshal Qiu’s residence had long worn a stale face, the resentment he felt filling his chest.
The old bastard had tricked him into coming here, saying he had something urgent to discuss with him early in the morning. In the end, it was all for the old bastard’s self-gratification. Now that the old thing was happy, he was wounded, on the other hand, angry fume licking about his internal organs.
”If we were to meet on the battlefield in the future, I shall definitely catch this old bastard and push him to death myself!”
”What a bully!”
”A tyrant!
Han Sanhe was genuinely angered, words that he should not have uttered tumbling out of his mouth!
The youth dressed in black clothes did not say a thing, merely following closely behind him.
Turning into the next street, the group was startled as they halted their steps immediately.
Right in front of them, a man in white stood in the center of the road.
It was at this same moment that the group felt the icy chill of icebergs flowing towards them.
The man wore plain white clothes that were not unlike snow; his face was fair like snow as well. Other than his hair and eyes that were black, every other part of him was snow white, like he was mourning.
It was fine if he was just in this unprosperous shade of white but his age was also tricky to be gauged.
It was reasonable to say he was in his twenties, it was also acceptable to say he was in his thirties, it would be fine too to say he was above forty years old. It seemed to be a logical case to say he was a few hundred-year-old monster!
Not only was his unprosperous shade of white dizzying, he exuded an iciness similar to icebergs and glaciers.
Seeing that the man had blocked the way with such an intimidating aura, the youth in black’s expression coiled tightly at once as he took a step forward and shielded Han Sanhe. The four guards who were beside Han Sanhe wore similar expressions as if they had met a formidable enemy as well.
Shing, shing…
Before they said anything, the guards were already gripping their weapons; a faint whirlpool of mystical Qi forming rapidly in midair.
Witnessing what had transpired, Han Sanhe could not help being impressed. He had never been renowned for his mystical skill; his mystical Qi cultivation base was sufficiently limited. There was no way he could gauge the mightiness of the man in white standing opposite them but his four guards were expert mystical Qi cultivators.
Just the appearance of the newcomer had all four of them moving simultaneously and pulling their weapons out; it was enough to show the capability of the opposite party. What was more, the four men’s initiative had already put them on the lower hand since it only meant that his four guards had no confidence of tackling this man in white – they had to direct the flow of their Qi beforehand to ensure their safety.
Who was this man in white? Why did he have such an overwhelming presence?
”Who are you?” The youth in black was on his guard, his eyes alert while his right hand was already pressed on the jade bangle on his left wrist.