d sighed: "Since my master passed away, I have often felt lost about the future. Elder brother, when you suddenly asked me this, I really haven't thought it through."In the second inner chamber, black...Today there is no wind or rain.

After a day of questioning, the silver-clad and snow-white robed Ji Zhao Nan walked down the street with an impassive expression.

He was a direct disciple of General Jiang Mengxiong, the god of war from the State of Qi, and a renowned military officer who had fought for many years in the battles of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate. As such, he was treated with favor and did not have to wear shackles or be imprisoned in a dungeon.

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You only need to come to the city patrol yamen and accept questioning from several senior Qingpai officials, including Beiya Duwei Yang W Tong—the Ministry of War has already questioned you, and Beiya will come again for another round.

Of course, no one dared to torture him, not even scold him. But everyone in the city patrol department was abnormally cold. He could sense their hostility very clearly.

Just as he walks down the streets of Linzi at this moment, his unparalleled elegance would inevitably draw cheers from countless people. In any part of Qi, he could receive the treatment befitting a hero. Even if he hid himself in a carriage, women throwing fruit from their carriages would never be absent. But today… today he is still under suspicion, unable to ride in a carriage that displays his status, nor can he have an escort or guard of honor.

Every person he met on the street today looked at him with cold eyes. He understood.

He killed the young heroes of this city.

He ended the legendary rise from commoner to Duke. The representative of the new Qi people fell.

Many people's flags have fallen.

He didn't kill Jiang Wang, but Jiang Wang died because of him! "Ji Zhao Nan, Ji Zhao Nan!!"

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He raised his eyes to the sound, and saw a young warrior with jade ornaments in his hair and a spirited countenance. He was being held tightly by a group of people, struggling against them while pointing his halberd. He shouted, “He just went to the demon realm and doesn’t know anything! Why did you take him to such a dangerous place What are your intentions!”

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How proud was Ji Zhao Nan

He always wanted to discipline Zhong Xuanzun, even Zhong Xuan's own brother, Zhu Liang, wanted to have a go. In the past, no matter how powerful Li Longchuan's family was, whether he was from a distinguished clan or a noble household, if his own strength wasn't enough, he wouldn't even be qualified to speak to him loudly. But today, he didn't say a word, silently walking forward. A luxurious carriage drove past, and as it passed by, the curtains on the window were drawn, blocking the view inside. Ji Zhao knew that Yan Fu and Wen Tinglan were inside. Today, who knows how many people were waiting for the interrogation results from Beiya. Who knows how many people gritted their teeth with hatred, unable to vent it anywhere. Tianyu was too far away, and the so-called mastermind behind the scenes was still nowhere to be found.

A carriage rumbling along.

Wen Tinglan softly said, “I remember your relationship with Ji Zhaonan wasn’t bad before.”

Her father was a Chao Yiguo (court official), and his family background was considered noble. Wen Tinglan naturally understood Jian Zhaonan's potential, and she knew the weight of the Zhen Guoyuan Marshal's Mansion.

At the same time, she believed this matter couldn't be blamed on Ji Zhaonan. Life and death in the Tianyu world were commonplace. The cultivator who secretly harmed Jiang Wang was someone who arrived at Fengfeng Valley later to reinforce. He obviously learned about Jiang Wang's presence in Fengfeng Valley and deliberately went there.

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Ji Zhaonan couldn't have eyes on the back of his head to anticipate a hidden master like this. "Yeah, just that much," Yan Fu held her hand, only saying so.

Wen Tinglan thought for a moment, then said: "Ji Zhaonan had no reason to harm Jiang Wang. He himself has been fighting hard behind the Wanyao Gate for years. In his perception, fighting against the demon clan is a matter of course, so he would directly take Jiang Wang to Shuangfeng Valley. If it were Chong Xuanzun who went to the Demon Realm, he would do the same. The investigations by the Ministry of War and Beiya have not found any problems. Before there is conclusive evidence, we should not blame him."

Because of Yan Fu's relationship, she and Jiang Wang could be considered acquaintances. When Jiang Wang had an accident, she naturally couldn't help but feel regret, even some heartache. But as Yan Fu's fiancée, she needed to consider Yan Fu more, and consider more for the future home of her and Yan Fu.

Whatever Yan Fu thought of, she would help think about it. Whatever Yan Fu didn't think of, she would remind him many times. Being hostile towards Ji Zhao Nan was really not rational enough, not wise enough.

Yan Fu sighed, and said, "Perhaps logically speaking, I shouldn't blame him. But emotionally speaking, how can I not resent him" He was known for his wide social circle, with friends from all walks of life. After all, who wouldn't like a generous young master who never minded spending lavishly

Gao Zhe used to revolve around him, and Bob Zhao and Bob Zhongqing, the brothers, also ate at his banquets in their lifetime.

Looking at Linzi, the only one who could befriend both Bao's and Chong Xuan's families at the same time was him.

But back then, when Jiang Wuyou was chasing after him in Linzi, beating him up, and threatening anyone who dared to intervene, only Jiang Wang, who at the time had no real power base in Qi, stepped forward to ease the situation, giving both sides a way out.

When he first went to Fufeng County, he only brought Jiang Wang along for company in the carriage and continued on his journey.

Wen Tinglan didn't speak again.

Ji Zhaonan walked alone on the long street, enduring the varied gazes. He walked for a long time.

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The Shao Hua gun wasn't taken out.

It seems that Wu Shuang Jia can't block all damage.

After leaving the Beiya and no longer hearing Li Longchuan's reprimands, he pondered for a moment, turned around, and walked towards the residence of Marquis Wuan. The distance wasn't long, but he walked for quite some time. The mansion of Marquis Wuan, built by the Minister of Works, was indeed magnificent, worthy of Jiang Wang's status.

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When he came here in the past, the gate should have been wide open and Jiang Wang should have welcomed him personally. Today, standing at the gate of this Marquis's Mansion, looking at the nervous doorman, Ji Zhao nan pursed his lips and said softly, "Who is in charge of the house now Please send a message, I am Ji Zhao nan." The doorman slammed the gate shut with a bang. Ji Zhao nan didn't say anything, he just waited quietly outside the gate for a while. Seeing that there was still no movement, he sighed and turned to leave.

But at this time, the door was pulled open.

Dressed in the attire of a state marquis, Zhong Xuansheng stood behind the gate with a commanding presence, like a tiger surveying its domain.

Ji Zhaonan hadn't figured out how to speak yet. Chong Xuan Sheng had already said, "General Ji, this is..."

"Oh." Ji Zhaonan was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I heard that Jiang Wuan had another disciple who I hadn't met yet. I thought I'd come and see if there was anything I could help with."Zhong Xuansheng seemed to have pondered for a while before saying, "You mean Chu Yao He cried himself to sleep. As for helping out... thank you for your kindness, but it's really not needed. When Jiang was still in Linzi, I took care of everything in his household, and it's no different now. Besides, raising a child is something I can afford."

Ji Zhao nan fell silent for a moment, then said with some difficulty, "I'm sorry about Jiang Wang."

“Where was General Ji talking about” Chong Xuan’s expression was gentle: “No one wants this kind of thing to happen.”

“Yeah. No one wants to.” Ji Zhaonan sighed and finally said, “I won’t bother you anymore then.”

Zhong Xuan also politely bid farewell: “Well, General Ji, walk slowly. There are still some matters in the mansion, so I won’t send you off.” Ji Zhaonan slowly left the Marquis of Wuan’s Mansion.

His steps grew heavier.

> Zhong Xuan Sheng remained composed throughout, showing no hint of dissatisfaction.

That is exactly how it was, showing that he had reached the peak of his hatred; he absolutely refused to accept an apology.

This enemy, a feud has been forged. Ji Zhaonan was not afraid.

He doesn't care who considers him an enemy.

It was just that at a certain moment, he felt the loneliness. He was also putting in his utmost effort in Frostwind Valley, and he should be able to look back without any regrets.

But who would really believe him, Ji Zhao Nan

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Yes, it's just too coincidental. As soon as Jiang Wang entered the demon realm, you appeared as Xiao Yue Di Gong Ba Zao Kou and waited there. It's just too coincidental that after you took Jiang Wang away, he had an accident That's Jiang Wu An!

It's not some so-called prodigy raised in a greenhouse.

He emerged from the real mountains of corpses and seas of blood, climbing step by step from the bottom to the top, earning his military merit through every blow on the battlefield. He survived the dangerous battlefield of Faxiang.

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The founder of the sect, Tong Wu Sheng, fought countless battles across thousands of miles. He emerged victorious in every single one. He has traversed treacherous realms, desolate wastelands, and cursed lands. No hellish realm or forsaken place could hold him back; he always found his way out alive.

Now he's stronger than ever before. How could something happen on his very first day in the demon realm How could he, upon meeting you, Ji Zhao Nan, never return

If the demon realm is so dangerous, and Frostwind Valley is so dangerous, why did Jiang Wang die, but you are alive You say that Ji Zhao is innocent.

"How could anyone believe that" He chuckled.

Ji Zhao nan laughed lightly for no reason.

If he were not Ji Zhaonan himself, it would be hard for him to believe in Ji Zhaonan's innocence.

If someone were to capture his smile in a photograph.

Upon finishing his interrogation and leaving the Beiyamen, Ji Zhaonan's first act was to demonstrate outside the residence of Marquis Wu'an. After being stopped by Marquis Bowang, he wore a triumphant smile.

These silly and trivial things in his mind flitted by one after another. Jì Zhāonán finally sighed again.

As the year deepened into winter, a biting cold wind whistled through the streets. With fewer people out and about, the city felt deserted.

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He walked alone.

He wasn't afraid of anything, nor did he feel wronged. He endured everything.

It's just a little bit lonely.

Being in one's hometown, it is even colder than being away from home.

He walked a few steps forward, then stopped. At the far end of the long street, two people were waiting for him.

A young man in military uniform, extremely tall with a slightly elongated face, high nose and deep-set eyes, was pushing a wooden wheelchair. A man with neatly combed hair and a gentle, approachable expression sat on the wheelchair. "What's going on here" Ji Zhaonan's expression turned cold and stern as he raised an eyebrow.

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“Just browsing around, happened to come here.” The man with an old blanket on his knees said, “This kid was just lifted from house arrest. He said he missed Linzi too much and insisted on dragging me around, walking the streets all day.”

His voice was calm, with a kind of reassuring power to it. He said, "Let's go, we've pretty much seen everything there is to see here. Let's head home together."

Ji Zhaonan then looked at Wang Yiwu.

That once all-powerful Wang Yiwu.

After losing to Jiang Wang and being driven out of Linzi, he honed his skills for three years. His edge was not as sharp as before, and he had become much more composed. However, his straight spine and measured stride still spoke volumes about his arrogance and self-reliance.

At this time, facing the gaze of his own senior brother, he just silently turned the wheelchair in a different direction and nodded his head, signaling "Follow me." What a disrespectful brat!

Ji Zhaonan felt his fists itching.

And so, he followed them at a leisurely pace. They weren't related by blood, but they were so close.

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They are all different, but they have always been a family. "Should this troupe be disbanded"

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In the Wu'an Hou Mansion, Chong Xuan was holding a thick account book and doodling on it, muttering to himself: "Forget it, I'll set up a shrine tomorrow and let them sing and dance every day. Anyway, Wang Ge'er loves watching this."

Yi Si's silence had lasted until now, when he finally spoke: "He doesn't like to look." Zhong Xuan Sheng countered, "How do you know he doesn't like to look Why would he bring it back all the way from the grasslands if he didn't"

“I only hope that you, elder brother, will be devoted to your spiritual cultivation.” Fourteen said.

"So be it," Chong Xuan said. "That's how it shall be arranged. He can't argue with me anyway."

Then, he remained silent.

"Feed." Chongxuan added, "What if we hold a funeral for him here, spending a lot of money, and he suddenly comes back That would be quite embarrassing, wouldn't it"

“He’ll come back, won’t he You can’t really say he’s dead, can you I mean, we didn’t see the body. Bob Shaw didn't see the body either, phew!”

“Ji Zhao nan might have intended to, or perhaps he didn't. I wouldn't think well of him. Why should I Wang Yi wu harmed you, and Ji Zhao nan harmed Jiang Wang. I won't let this slide, just wait and see! Just wait and see.”

He muttered to himself, pacing back and forth.

Take a brush pen, left swipe right swipe, the usual clear and clear accounts somehow look more and more messy when you look at it.

“How could this Marquis of Wu'an’s household be so careless, remembering nothing! He slammed the ledger onto the writing desk.

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Take a few steps out; to that skinny little monkey outside the study, I say let you practice calligraphy. Practice calligraphy! Your master told you so, what are you doing loitering around here!

Chu Yao looked at Chong Xuan Sheng with a touch of nervousness, but she still mustered her courage and said: "Master, when will he be back"

"He's dead, beaten to death by someone. He won't be coming back." Chong Xuan impatiently waved his hand: "Get lost, you little brat! What are you still doing here"

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Chu Yao stood there stubbornly, shaking her head: “I don’t believe it! My master is invincible. Only he kills others, no one can kill him!”

“You think you're invincible just because you can see far You spend all day killing this and that, who could you possibly defeat” Chong Xuan raised his foot as if to kick, but seeing Chu Yao standing there motionless, he reluctantly put his foot down.

Reaching out and tapping on Chu Yao, he said, “Since we’re talking about this, I need to seriously talk to you today, kid. You are Wang Ge’er's apprentice, and you will receive everything that is rightfully yours. Your master treated you the way he did, and so will I. But don't have any thoughts that aren't appropriate. Wang Ge’er has family, and her family business. In the future, I will give it all to her without a single cent less. Understand”

He said, getting angry again: "What's with that pout Are you still upset You think I didn't give you enough""I don't want anything!"

Just before him, this stubborn, strong little macaque's tears suddenly stopped and he cried out loudly: "I want my master! I want my master! I want my master!!"

He cried and shouted as he kicked Chong Xuan Sheng's leg, then turned around and ran. "What kind of disciple did Jiang Wang teach" Chong Xuan Sheng pointed at the boy's back and said to the silent Fourteenth Dao beside him: "He has no manners at all, just like him! Courageous family tradition!"

Fourteen didn't speak.

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Zhong Xuan sat down slowly, very slowly. His excessively fat figure made even this simple action seem difficult. Dressed in fine clothes, he sat on the threshold of his study.

His voice lowered, and he said with a hint of grievance: "How can I tell these things to a child"

Tears suddenly stopped and she cried out loudly: "I want my master! I want my master! I want my master!!"

"He kicked Chong Xuan Sheng with tears and cries, then turned and ran away. “What kind of disciple did Jiang Wang teach” Chong Xuan Sheng pointed at the boy’s back and said to the silent Shi Si Dao: "He has no manners, just like him! Bravery is in his blood!"

Fourteen remained silent.

Zhongxuan sat down slowly, very slowly. His excessively obese frame made the action appear anything but effortless. Dressed in fine robes, he settled himself on the threshold of his study.

His voice lowered, a hint of grievance in it: "How can I explain these things to a child"

Fourteen silently sat beside him, leaning lightly against his shoulder. The current Marquis of Bo望 looked up at the sky: "The near ones are bald, and those who look closely are stupid." the vanguard was simply the force closest to the Jihuo tribe's territory.>At this point in time, if one were to view the entire floating continent as a bonsai landscape, they would see that the mount...