I remained silent, which she took as tacit agreement. Meng Li grasped my hand and said softly, "Brother Chen, no matter what happens, I will stay by your side. We will face it together." I turned my hand over to clasp her delicate, boneless hand as a wave of warmth surged through my heart. Indeed, no matter how arduous and perilous the path ahead might be, I was no longer alone.
Yet fate seemed ever fond of playing tricks on people. Scarcely had a period of peace passed when an oppressive, storm-before-the-calm atmosphere enveloped the entire Wu Family.
It was a bright and sunny afternoon, and I was in the Martial Arts Arena guiding the disciples in their cultivation, when suddenly, a formidable aura descended from the skies, so overwhelming that everyone present struggled to breathe. Looking up, I saw a young man in a cyan robe treading upon empty air, slowly descending into the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
Chapter 122