672 Farewell, Forgive, Forge (2/2)
”I'll take care of these people. What I need you to target are those left behind in the house of Ma-i!” Yun Yang said.
”That would be an even lesserproblem then!” Venerable Lord Frost spoke in a sinister tone, ”The Ma-i Sect is destined to fall. Their millennial legacy shall no longer exist!”
Yun Yang picked up a goblet and said with a smile, ”We shall not meet again after today's farewell. I wish all three of you contented solitude and ease, away from the worldly realm!”
”Thank you, Young Master Yun.” The three men stood up and bowed.
All four of them clearly comprehended that after leaving to demolish the Ma-i Sect, Sword, Snow, and Frost would never come back. They would take diverging paths then, putting away whatever that had happened between them in the martial world.
”Please wait, Young Master Yun,” Venerable Lord Snow said as he entered the room with the other two Venerable Lords.
Yun Yang was taken aback, unable to figure out why the three men had asked him to stay. After a moment, low grunts could be heard from inside. This caused Yun Yang even more puzzlement.
Almost instantly, the copper scent of blood washed over the vicinity as the wind blew softly.
Venerable Lord Snow appeared before Yun Yang, drained of all color. Three bloody bones laid in his hand. Behind him, Venerable Lord Frost and Sword looked equally pale, coated with blood.
The looks they gave the bones nestled on Venerable Lord Snow's palm were incredibly complicated.
”These three pieces of bones are… the Bone of Snow God, Bone of Sword God, and Bone of Frost God that have been nourished for years within us using our Qi, blood, and mystical skill,” Venerable Lord Snow spoke, pained, ”This is the Bone of Ice God Young Master Yun gave me before.”
”These four pieces of God's Bones… they shall all be passed to Young Master Yun in preparation for the future.”
Yun Yang's head swirled, so shocked that his scalp was tingling with numbness. He stood up abruptly and asked, ”What are you doing? You…”
Venerable Lord Snow smiled. ”We know that Young Master Yun is kind-hearted. We stood on the same ground; we know that you can't bear to see us mutilate ourselves, but we're destined not to be able to run away from Four Seasons Tower's hounding. The tower will hunt for these four pieces of God's Bone regardless of what we do. Nonetheless, we are still indignant.”
”So, we shall add to Young Master Yun's troubles in our final moment of parting.”
Venerable Lord Frost was holding in the pain of his wound but spoke with a grin, ”Young Master Yun is a noble of Yutang and the military immensely favors you. Perhaps you'll have the opportunity to see Lord Supreme Cloud in the future. If Young Master Yun doesn't want to safekeep this controversial item, pass it to Supreme Cloud the next you see him. We believe that these bones will be of use to him somehow.”
”I know. I understand too. It's just that… will your action be detrimental to your combat powers?” Yun Yang replied with a concerned nod.
Venerable Lord Snow answered nonchalantly, ”If we are to face the Ma-i Sect that has been deprived of its elites, our partial combat strength will be more than enough.”
The three Venerable Lords raised their goblets in unison.
”Young Master Yun, the martial world is perilous. Take care.”
”Take care!”
Yun Yang emptied his goblet.
”We bid you farewell.”
The three men bandaged their wounds efficiently and waved with a smile, leaving without bringing anything with them.
Yun Yang watched the trio's retreating figures in silence but his heart was beating loudly. It was as if a part of his past, a part of history, was eternally sealed in his memory with the departure of these three men.
”Take care!”