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Chapter 110: A Man's Tears Are Not Easily Shed
What Ye Huan said was undeniably true, and it felt like a hard slap on Zhao Wujie's face. Yet, he could not retaliate; the situation was beyond his control, and he had no choice but to bow his head.
After a long silence, Zhao Wujie finally stepped forward and said calmly, "Ye Huan, what you said is indeed correct. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"What do I want you to do? That's up to you, if you still wish to be a good emperor," Ye Huan replied coldly. Looking at Zhao Wujie, he couldn't help but think of Xuan Ziming far away in the Southern Xiongnu Empire Capital. In comparison, they were worlds apart.
Xuan Ziming had countless skilled individuals in his court and was known for his ruthless nature. His army of four hundred ninety thousand was tightly organized. In contrast, Zhao Wujie showed no ambition and even planned to marry off his daughter to the Southern Xiongnu Empire as a means of forging an alliance. It was truly…
Thinking about the alliance made Ye Huan recall Princess Zhao Ziyu, so he added, "Zhao Wujie, your emperor may be fine with it, but the princess cannot marry into Goryeo. She is my woman, Ye Huan's woman! Don't forget, I am the son-in-law of Huaxia Nation!"
Zhao Wujie: "..."
Things seemed to become simpler from that point on. With Ye Huan's current strength, no one dared to challenge him unless they were looking for trouble. Zhao Wujie had already lost quite a bit—a Ninth Level Warrior dead and the North City Gate of the capital destroyed. However, all this was still far better than what Ye Huan had done in the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
As time passed, Ye Huan expressed his desire to visit the place where the Ye Family once resided. No one dared to stop him; even Durei IV gifted him a horse.
Riding alone through the deserted streets, Ye Huan felt as if he were in a dream.
"In just one month, so much has happened; it's truly overwhelming..."
He murmured softly, filled with emotions as he soon arrived at the site where the Ye Family once stood. However, what he saw was not the Ye Family but a desolate ruin. All that remained were blackened ashes from the fire and patches of weeds growing amidst the dirt—a heart-wrenching sight.
Standing in front of the ruins for a long time, Ye Huan understood that this world was like this: if you had strength, you could stand tall anywhere; without strength, you couldn't even protect your own life, let alone your home.
Shaking his head helplessly, just as he was about to turn away, a shadow flashed in a small alley across from the Ye Family. Ye Huan caught a clear glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.
"Who’s there? Come out!"
With a thought, the 2012 Arms Compendium appeared, and a silver Desert Eagle fell into his tightly clenched hand.
Perhaps hearing Ye Huan's words, a familiar voice came from the alley: "Young Master, is that you?"
As soon as the voice fell, a figure slowly emerged from the alley. He was about the same age as Ye Huan, with long hair covering his face. His clothes were tattered and torn in several places, and one sleeve hung empty, swaying gently in the breeze. Even his walk was unsteady, as if he had a limp.
"Ye San?!"
Seeing this person before him, Ye Huan was filled with disbelief. After calling out Ye San's name, he quickly ran over and embraced him tightly without saying a word.
Ye San had been by Ye Huan's side since childhood, serving him faithfully. From the time Ye Huan took the Professional test at fifteen until he finally became a Professional at twenty, during those years, Ye San had endured countless scornful looks. He watched as Ye Huan finally made it big and became a first-level Summoner. But…
Touching the empty half-sleeve, Ye Huan felt as if fire was about to burst from his head. He couldn't help but ask angrily, "Ye San, what happened? Tell me, what is going on?"
"Young Master… I… sniff…"
A man’s tears do not easily flow unless he reaches a point of deep sorrow. Seeing that Ye Huan had finally returned, how could Ye San possibly push him back into the fire? Thus, he could only swallow his grievances.
"Ye San, tell me! What is going on?!"
Gripping Ye San's empty sleeve, Ye Huan seemed to remember something. He tore off the already tattered pant leg from Ye San's somewhat lame right leg, revealing a long scar about ten centimeters in length on Ye San's calf, clearly a result of being stabbed through by a large blade.
Unable to bear it, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Ye Huan had returned to the fierce demeanor he had when fighting alongside the Mysterious Old Man and others. He looked at Ye San and asked sternly, "Ye San, tell me honestly, who did this to you? Even if it's Zhao Wujie, I will make him pay!"
The killing intent radiated from him uncontrollably. If anyone saw Ye Huan like this, they would surely think a legendary mountain demon had descended upon the world. But to Ye San, this was his master, the eldest young master of the Ye Family!
Unable to withstand Ye Huan's repeated questioning, Ye San steeled himself and recounted everything. After the members of the Ye Family left, there had to be at least one person left behind to guard their home.
Thus, this task fell upon Ye San. At first, he was quite happy; aside from not being able to see the young master, he didn't have to travel far. What could be better? However, just two days later, a mysterious old man arrived with a group of experts at the Ye Family, declaring that he would burn it down. Naturally, Ye San refused and rushed out to block them at all costs. As a result, he ended up in this state—stabbed through the right calf and having his left arm severed.
Mysterious Elder? Upon hearing what Ye San said, Ye Huan could basically confirm that the Mysterious Elder must be that old man from the Gong family who was a Ninth Level Warrior. Fortunately, he was now dead; everything else could be dealt with.
Helping Ye San up from the ground and brushing off the dust from his clothes, Ye Huan gently spoke, "Ye San, come with me! We’re going to take revenge!"
"Ah?!" Hearing what Ye Huan said shocked Ye San so much that he exclaimed. But when he saw that Ye Huan intended to carry him away, he quickly reacted and grabbed hold of him. "Young Master, no! We can't go! I've figured it out; those people are from Dragon Hall! We can't afford to provoke them!"
"Dragon Hall? Ha! I'm not afraid of them!" With a cold laugh, Ye Huan disregarded Ye San's protests. He abandoned his horse and carried Ye San toward Dragon Hall's location. After passing three entire streets, a building appeared before them that rivaled both the Mage Association and the Warrior Association. The plaque at the entrance bore only two words: 'Dragon Hall'!
Kicking open Dragon Hall's main door, Ye Huan entered with Ye San in tow. Along the way, two individuals who might have been guards were shot in the head by Ye Huan's guns, drawing out everyone inside Dragon Hall—including Long Batian, who had once sent people after Ye Huan.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Dragon Hall?!"
Looking at Ye Huan holding up Ye San in front of him, Long Batian's eyes flickered with a hint of gloom. With the Mysterious Old Man gone from Dragon Hall, he was now in charge there. Who would have thought someone would kick open Dragon Hall's door today? Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
"I? My name is Ye Huan—a nameless nobody whose home you burned down..."
Smiling, Ye Huan placed Ye San on a stone bench in the courtyard, speaking lightly. However, as soon as he finished his sentence, the members of Dragon Hall instinctively stepped back, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Ye Huan.
Ye Huan—wasn't he the one that the Mysterious Old Man had gone out to find today? Now that Ye Huan appeared before them, what would become of the Mysterious Old Man...
A thought flashed through Long Batian's mind, and his expression turned grim. It shifted from pale to red, then green, black, and finally white, a colorful display of emotions.
After a long silence, Long Batian cautiously spoke up, "So it's the eldest young master of the Ye Family. May I ask what brings you here this time?"
Pointing at Ye San beside him, Ye Huan replied without hesitation, "Someone has crippled my brother's arm and leg. I'm here to reclaim my principal and collect some interest."
Holding the Desert Eagle in his hand and swinging it back and forth, Ye Huan spoke directly, causing Long Batian to break out in a cold sweat. Who would dare admit to having crippled someone else?
Grinding his teeth, Long Batian stood up and cautiously asked, "Young Master Ye, may I inquire about Elder Gong...?"
"Elder Gong? You mean that old man with the surname Gong? He's already dead!" Ye Huan continued to play with the Desert Eagle without even lifting his head. Long Batian was shocked into a cold sweat.
The Mysterious Old Man was dead—a Ninth Level Warrior had already fallen. How could they possibly stand against Ye Huan now?
As a Level Six Mage, it was the first time Long Batian felt so powerless. He had never felt this way even when facing Ye Huan's father, Ye Tian. Realizing there was no escape from death, he decided to take responsibility for the situation and said to Ye Huan, "No need to look for anyone else; I will repay you both the principal and interest!"
"Who are you?" Ye Huan asked with surprise as he looked at the man with curiosity.
"Long Batian!"
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