663 Thus It Begins! (2/2)
What a surprise!
Then, she realized that the many discomforts and illnesses that plagued her seemed to have all disappeared…
What a delight!
Later, she realized that even her near to non-existent cultivation base seemed to have recovered.
What a delightful surprise!
Subsequently, she could straighten up; she could hear clearly, her eyes could see without difficulty, and her legs were fine as well… She finally tried to jump, and actually leaped dozens of feet high!
Seeing that their old mistress' state had taken such a turn for the better, the whole Shangguan Family of Generals was elated and overwhelmed with joy.
”God bless the Family of Generals!”
Old Mistress Shangguan looked around before asking, ”Where's Lingxiu?”
”She's gone to the Residence of Yun. Should I call her home?”
Old Mistress Shangguan considered this for a moment before answering, ”No need. The girl has suffered all these years.”
She slowly paced to the ancestral hall and studied the many plates that stood inside, murmuring to herself, ”Let's wait a few days more. If I still feel as robust as today… I shall continue to run this family!”
”Then, I shall invite Yun Xiaoyao to arrange Lingxiu and Yun Yang's marriage!”
The Shangguan Family's women were delighted by the idea.
Everyone had seen how Shangguan Lingxiu had supported the family all these years; none of them were ignorant of the fact and unaffected by it. Such a beauty, such a lady at her prime, but she could only age alone at home due to the burden of her family. Now, there was hope! Her efforts had paid off!
”God bless!”
Shangguan Lingxiu's mother kneeled down before the ancestral plates and bowed respectfully. ”Bless the ancestors! Bless Xiu'er… so she can find her happiness, her rock…”
…
The day went on until night came.
Yun Yang's torturous day had finally come to an end.
Ji Lingxi had not lost her energy or suddenly became kind. It was because something Yun Yang had planned for a long time was finally triggered!
…
In an average tavern, the four noble young masters of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter were drinking in ecstasy with their guards.
The surrounding tables of customers who were drinking were also made up of martial world practitioners. Witnessing the fellows chatter loudly without any regard for decorum, they pursed their lips discreetly in discontent; no one dared to kill the mood. For one, the dressing of the four popinjays was enough to show that they were not the usual sort of wealthy young masters; they had many guards with them too, a sign that any form of provocation should be reconsidered.
Mainly, the reason was that these four popinjays – despite their popinjay reputation - were obviously equipped with excellent skills. Any one of them was on par with a martial world expert, thus ordinary practitioners dared not offend them.
Just as their drinking session heightened to the point of ecstasy, someone barged into the tavern and pitched headfirst onto the ground.
The person had fallen right in front of Dong Tianleng.