Chapter 2639 - 18: No Storm or Rain Today (Part 2)

Today, standing outside the gates of the Marquis Mansion and facing the nervous-looking gatekeeper, Ji Zhaonan pursed his lips and softly asked, "Who is currently in charge of the mansion? Please convey my request; I am Ji Zhaonan."

With a loud "bang," the gatekeeper shut the door.

Ji Zhaonan said nothing, quietly waiting outside for a while.

Seeing no movement at all, he sighed and turned to leave.

But at this moment, the gate was pulled open.

Zhongxuan Sheng, dressed in the splendid attire of a State Marquis, stood behind the door with a powerful tiger-like posture.

Ji Zhaonan had not yet decided how to speak.

Zhongxuan Sheng had already spoken first, "What brings General Ji here?"

"Oh." Ji Zhaonan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I heard Jiang Wuan has a direct disciple whom I have yet to meet, so I thought I’d come take a look... and see if there’s anything I can help with."

Zhongxuan Sheng seemed to think for a moment before speaking, "Are you talking about Chu Yao? He’s tired out from crying and is currently sleeping. As for help... thank you for your kindness, but it’s really not needed. When the Jiang family was in Linzi, I managed affairs here for them, and things haven’t changed much. Besides, raising a little child, I can manage that."

Ji Zhaonan was silent for a moment, then with some difficulty said, "About Jiang Wang’s situation... I’m sorry."

"Where are General Ji’s words coming from?" Zhongxuan Sheng’s expression was gentle, "No one wanted this to happen."

"Yes, no one wanted it." Ji Zhaonan sighed, eventually saying, "Then I won’t disturb you any further."

Zhongxuan Sheng politely bid farewell, "Alright, General Ji, take care. There are indeed some matters to attend to in the mansion, so I won’t see you off."

Ji Zhaonan slowly left the Wu’an Marquis Mansion.

His steps grew even heavier.

From beginning to end, Zhongxuan Sheng did not show the slightest trace of dissatisfaction.

It is precisely this manner that signifies his hatred has reached the utmost; he will not accept an apology.

This enemy has been established.

Ji Zhaonan is unafraid.

He doesn’t care who views him as an enemy.

But at some moment, he did feel loneliness.

He fought desperately in Frost Wind Valley, exerting his utmost effort; he should have a clear conscience.

Yet who truly believes in Ji Zhaonan?

Indeed, how coincidental—Jiang Wang enters the Monster Realm, and you are waiting there. How coincidental—you lead Jiang Wang away, and then he meets misfortune?

That was Jiang Wuan!

Not some so-called genius raised in a greenhouse.

A true soldier emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, climbing from the bottom step by step to the top, earning military merits through knife and sword on the battlefield.

He survived the dangerous battlefield of Fa Xia.

After battling the Unborn Sect Founder across thousands of miles, he became the ultimate victor.

He roamed the Lost World, ventured into Border Wilderness, visited Saint Water.

He emerged from so many deadly places.

Now, he is stronger than ever before.

Why on the first day of entering Monster Realm, does he meet misfortune?

Why after encountering you, Ji Zhaonan, can he never return?

If Monster Realm was so perilous, Frost Wind Valley was so perilous... why did Jiang Wang die while you survive?

You claim your innocence, Ji Zhaonan.

How can others believe you?

"Ha."

Ji Zhaonan chuckled lightly for no apparent reason.

If he were not Ji Zhaonan himself, he would also find it hard to believe Ji Zhaonan’s innocence.

If someone had captured this smile.

In a few days, they could write an article—

"The first thing Ji Zhaonan did after finishing questioning and leaving Beiyaduwei was to demonstrate at Wu’an Marquis Mansion. After being stopped by the Marquis of Bowang, he revealed a smug smile..."

These absurd and tiresome thoughts flashed by in his mind.

Ji Zhaonan sighed once again.

The year had grown deep with cold, the frost winds chilly. Passersby on the street had decreased, inevitably making it seem desolate.

He walked alone.

He feared nothing, nor did he feel wronged.

He bore it all.

Except for some...

Loneliness.

In his homeland, colder than in foreign lands.

He took a few more steps forward, his pace slowing.

At the end of the long street, two people awaited him.

A young man dressed in military uniform, tall with a slightly long face and deep-set eyes, pushed a wooden wheelchair, in which sat a man with neatly coiffed hair, exuding a gentle and familiar expression.

"What is this?" Ji Zhaonan’s expression turned stern as he raised an eyebrow to ask.

"Just strolling, happened to walk here," the man with a worn blanket over his lap replied, "This young one just had his restrictions lifted, saying he missed Linzi too much, insisted on dragging me around, pushing me through every street and alley..."

His voice was calm, carrying a reassuring power.

He spoke thus, "Let’s go, we’ve strolled enough. Head home together on the way."

Ji Zhaonan looked at Wang Yiwu.

The once arrogant Wang Yiwu.

After losing to Jiang Wang, then being expelled from Linzi, he honed himself over three years, now appearing more composed. Yet his straight back and measured steps still indicated his pride and self-assurance.

At this moment, facing his senior brother’s gaze, he merely turned the wheelchair around, nodding his head to signal, "Follow."

Truly without regard for seniority.

Ji Zhaonan felt his fists itch.

He didn’t rush, lifting his feet to follow behind them.

Despite lacking blood relations, they shared such closeness.

Though their personalities differed, they were always... a family.

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