Chapter 102: One Year Later…

The Jiajia Building was quite far from the outskirts of Hong City, so even though Ma Xiaoling pressed the accelerator to the limit, she still could not arrive immediately.

Along the way, Kuang Tianyou and Ma Xiaoling remained silent.

During this period of time, because of Wang Zhenzhen, the relationship between the two had become increasingly complex!

After more than half an hour of traveling, the two finally left the downtown area of Hong City. Just as they saw that they were only a few kilometers away from the outskirts—the place where the resentment and grievances were most concentrated—the speeding car suddenly came to a halt!

“Is it… over?”

The two looked up at the sky. The Blood Moon was fading rapidly and slowly returning to its bright white color. At the same time, they discovered that the thick baleful aura outside the outskirts was quickly dissipating; in the blink of an eye, not a single trace remained.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an illusion!

The Blood Moon disappeared, the resentment vanished, and the Hungry Shura was dead, but what about Wei Ziqing?

A look of worry and anticipation flashed across their faces, and then they continued toward the outskirts. The journey of a few kilometers took only two short minutes, and soon Kuang Tianyou and Ma Xiaoling arrived at the place where Wei Ziqing and Jin Zhengzhong had been.

However, at this moment, was there even a trace of Wei Ziqing or Jin Zhengzhong left in this place?

The entire area was filled with a deathly silence, and terrifying deep pits were scattered everywhere, leaving the land for a mile around devastated and ruined, especially the surroundings, which were covered in blood.

The blood still carried wisps of heat, clearly having been spilled not long ago!

Though they saw nothing, they still knew that a terrifying bloody battle had once taken place here!

Ma Xiaoling’s face was full of bitterness. She still held a sliver of hope that Wei Ziqing was still alive, but…

When she saw this scene, she knew that it was only a vain hope, because not far away, there were patches of white shredded cloth everywhere. These were fragments of torn clothes, and both Ma Xiaoling and Kuang Tianyou clearly recognized that these clothes belonged to Wei Ziqing!

No body left? Had his soul been shattered?

At this moment, the two stood quietly on the battlefield. Neither spoke; there was only bitterness and helplessness.

…

One year later…

In a remote and distant small village in the inland of Huaxia, a man dressed in white was smiling and accompanying several elders sitting under an old Kui tree, while villagers gathered around them.

The elder and the young man were playing Go, but unlike the calm and composed white-clad man, the elder’s brows were tightly furrowed.

This was for no other reason than the fact that the situation on the board was very unfavorable for him. He found that no matter which path he took, the white pieces were always like a Flood Dragon, trapping him with absolutely no way out!

After a long time, the elder dropped the black piece and looked at the man with some resentment. “Mr. Wei, tell me, why do you not know how to respect your elders and love the young? Even a bit of comfort for me would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Haha! The village chief lost again!”

“Yes, Mr. Wei is still amazing. Ten games in a row, and he crushed the village chief without giving him any chance to fight back, haha!”

Hearing the elder’s words, the group of villagers watching the match laughed loudly, their faces full of gloating.

Seeing this gloating, the village chief looked extremely angry, but this anger was not real; it looked more like he was embarrassed and frustrated.

Seeing this, the smile on the man’s face grew even wider.

“Mr. Wei, since you arrived, there have been no more dirty things in the village, and even the number of sick people has decreased. Since we have nothing else to do, how about we play one more game?” The village chief seemed unable to bear the laughter of the villagers and asked to play another round with Mr. Wei.

The white-clad man smiled and was about to agree, but his brow suddenly furrowed. Then he regained his composure and smiled at the village chief. “Village chief, I’m afraid it won’t work today. I have to meet a guest. Let’s play again when there’s another chance!”

Hearing Mr. Wei say this, the village chief could only give up helplessly.

After bidding farewell to the old village chief, the white-clad man did not go home. Instead, he walked out of the village to the bank of a stream. From a distance, he saw a short-haired woman in white and a rugged-looking warrior monk standing there waiting for him.

“You came!” The white-clad man looked calmly at the woman in white, his tone indescribably peaceful, as if he had already guessed that she would arrive!

“Do you really not want to see me?” Hearing the white-clad man’s words, the short-haired woman in white looked at him quietly, her eyes as unpredictable as the deep sea.

Wei Ziqing’s expression was somewhat complex. After a long time, he said, “If you hadn’t saved me a year ago, I wouldn’t have lived until today. I said that I would leave, and I will leave!”

A year ago, during the battle with Jin Zhengzhong, although he had used the Willow Branch to eliminate him at the final moment, he had also reached the point where his life force was nearly exhausted.

He had originally thought he would die, but he never expected that Miao Shan would appear and save him. When he asked her why she saved him at the time, she didn’t say, but only hoped that he would leave Hong City and never return!

He agreed, and he used this opportunity to travel through the inland of Huaxia, usually helping people with illnesses and performing cleansings. Later, he came to this village, eliminated a fierce ghost, and settled down here.

“Then why didn’t you leave?” Miao Shan looked at Wei Ziqing and spoke calmly, but only she knew how uneasy she felt in her heart.

A year ago, when he appeared at the Bamboo Forest Cicada Courtyard, she could still know something about his Fate. But today, a year later, as he stood here, her prophecy art was useless again. It was just like when he had suddenly crashed into the River of Fate—uncontrollable!

That was exactly why she appeared here, because Wei Ziqing had delayed the agreed date of departure by nearly three months!

“Because I want to ask a question!” Wei Ziqing looked up and gazed quietly at Miao Shan. He would leave, but he had to understand the doubt that had been in his heart for a year before he could leave!

Miao Shan did not speak, but only looked at Wei Ziqing quietly. After a long time, she finally nodded.

“You said that my appearance broke the trajectory of Fate. By all rights, you should have killed me. Why did you save me instead? Wouldn’t ignoring the situation have been a better choice for you?”

Wei Ziqing had already asked this question a year ago!

Back then, Miao Shan chose not to answer. Wei Ziqing believed that a year later, she would answer, because she no longer wanted him to stay any longer!

Therefore, Wei Ziqing had to ask one more time!

Miao Shan’s unchanging expression finally showed a trace of change. It was hesitation. Even she, who knew the past and the future, finally had a moment of hesitation.

After a long time, as if having made a decision, she spoke calmly. Hearing her words, Wei Ziqing’s expression became incredibly complex!