"..."
Cheng Yuan had never felt his world so silent before.
The name Feng Xiu seemed to have taken away all the sound.
The smile on his face slowly froze, and he looked up in a daze.
He looked like he had been struck by lightning, his brain completely shut down.
"What are you staring at?" Feng Xiu folded his hands behind his back, glanced at him, "Call me Ancestor Master."
At this moment, Cheng Yuan’s legs truly went soft.
With a thud, he kneeled to the ground: "An... An... An... Ancestor..."
Cheng Yuan stammered for a long time, unable to complete the title.
Ying Zijin paused, pressing his head, slightly helpless, "You scared him."
Feng Xiu seemed quite relaxed, speaking slowly, "If I don’t scare him, he might think he can be my Martial Uncle."
Martial Sister?
Quite a delusion.
"An... An... Ancestor Master!" Cheng Yuan finally managed to say it, wiping off sweat, still trembling, "Master, I swear, I absolutely have no such intention."
"Alright, I know you’re not aware." Feng Xiu helped him up, "Anyway, remember, you don’t have a Martial Sister, you only have an Ancestor Master."
Cheng Yuan: "..."
It hurt.
"I’m leaving now." Ying Zijin pressed down the brim of her hat to shield herself from the sunlight, "I haven’t been out for a while, going for a walk."
Feng Xiu glanced at Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan understood immediately, and followed to protect her.
Xie Huanran was already dead, besides Feng Xiu, Cheng Yuan’s Ancient Martial Cultivation was the highest.
He glanced at the building ahead: "Ancestor Master, are you going to the dungeon of the Judicial Hall?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin nodded, "To have a look."
The top fighters of the Xie Family had all been killed.
Some committed crimes, but not to the extent of death; other punishments were still inevitable.
In the Ancient Martial World, strength was superior, fists did the talking.
Though bewildered, Cheng Yuan stepped aside.
"What do you want to say to me?" Madam Xie said with contempt, "I told you, I wouldn’t speak to you, if you want to kill me, just do it, my husband and daughter are dead, living means nothing to me."
"Madam Xie, the Great Elder of the Xie Family deceived you." Ying Zijin said flatly, "Do you know why your son, Xie Yu, suddenly fell into a coma?"
Mentioning Xie Yu, Madam Xie’s face became more twisted: "My son’s coma is because you refused to marry him!"
They had underestimated Ying Zijin, thinking she was merely an Ancient Medicine practitioner.
If they had killed Ying Zijin from the start, how could the Xie Family have ended up like this?
"Your Xie Family has been in the Ancient Martial World for so many years, each generation committed senseless murders." Ying Zijin chuckled softly, "Did you really think there wouldn’t be Sinful Force feedback?"
Madam Xie was stunned: "You... what do you mean?"
"His Life Pattern is tough, and he’s a rare Ancient Martial genius, an excellent person to bear disasters." Ying Zijin’s voice was cool, "The sins of this generation of the Xie Family have all backlashed on him."
"Your Great Elder didn’t lie about some things; if I married Xie Yu, I could help him bear part of this karma. He’d suffer less and naturally wake up."
Ying Zijin spoke lightly, "Thinking about it, even before Xie Yu, weren’t there innocent casualties in your generation?"
"No... no no no!" Madam Xie turned pale, shaking her head desperately, even blood trickling from her mouth, "I don’t believe it... I don’t believe it!"
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