邪神之道 B1

Father

Silence looms over the crowd. Some look to the skies while others sigh. Understanding the moral of the story a few nod their heads.

"I do not need anyone to donate spirit stones today. I merely hope that Xiao Ri's story managed to get you to think about your current relationship with others."

Having said that Ye Gui Feng stores away the scroll and leaves to head back to the Yao Nie Tian's pavilion.

Behind Ye Gui Feng's retreating back his audience clasped hands and bowed. All of them had taken something away from this story as they begin to think about their own family.

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Upon making it back to Mount Zhu Tian's main courtyard Ye Gui Feng got changed and silently sat down alone on a wooden chair with a frown on his face.

"Why?"

Clearly his story had managed to draw out the emotions of the crowd and yet Ye Gui Feng couldn't draw out his own emotions of wanting to return back home...

"Are these emotions simply sealed up by some unknown force or is it that they simply do not exist?"

Ye Gui Feng while biting the bottom of his lips and clenching his fist.

"..."

Ye Gui Feng then thought about the family that he has in this world. In the village that he was raised he had been the child of a farmer. It wasn't anything luxurious but there was warmth in that family.

This means that Ye Gui Feng naturally understands the concept of family but for some reason all the matters that involve his former world are all...

"It's as if all of them had just been a daydream..."

Ye Gui Feng sighs while looking up at the ceiling with a tired look on his face. Were these memories of his former world... Were they false and simply make believe dreams that he dreamt up in his sleep?

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That day the people in Ye Gui Feng's audience all went back to their families and mentors to tell them of how much they each appreciated the cares that they had been shown while growing up.

For those that didn't have parents and masters they visited these people's graves to give a thorough cleaning of the site.

"..."

Xiao Ju Hong stands in front of a giant tombstone made out of black steel. The name, 妖陈瑶 (Yāo Chén Yáo) are etched onto the stone by the hands of an immortal making them everlasting.

Behind the tomb is a massive 150 meter sword that's diagonally tilted. Roots of plants cover the sword but rust is never there regardless of how long time passes.

The sword is called Liè Kōng Jiàn (烈空剑 Translation: Sword of the Fierce Heavens). This grade ten magic treasure had belonged to the owner of this tomb in the past and to this day it remains here undisturbed.

"..."

Xiao Ju Hong crouches down and places a hand on the name of the tombstone. It felt cold.

Inwardly Xiao Ju Hong thought back to Lu-yeye's story. A mother provides comfort for their children. But Xiao Ju Hong never knew that comfort as her mother had died giving birth to her.

Placing a hand over her chest Xiao Ju Hong feels a sense of yearning in wanting to experience that sense of comfort that only a mother can provide.