Chapter 220

At the highest place of the Freedom Alliance—Tianwu Ya, there was a peach blossom source undisturbed by the outside world.

The steep mountain peak almost pierced into the clouds, and below the cliff were waves constantly hitting the cliff.

The first thing to recover was hearing, and the surroundings gradually changed from silence to crisp and pleasant bird calls.

Slender fingertips moved slightly.

Qiao Suisui slowly opened her eyes, adapting to the light.

Entering her eyes was a huge circular glass cover, and looking around, there were patches of blooming, charming moon-viewing flowers, placing her in an ocean of pink and white. These moon-viewing flowers didn't grow directly in the soil, but were transplanted into flower pots, surviving by some unknown method.

She propped up her body, still adapting to the control of her body, feeling her muscles stiff and the blood in her blood vessels cold.

Tender little feet stepped on the soft carpet. She tried to walk a few steps, gradually regaining balance, then looked back at this place, only to discover that she had just been lying in a crystal coffin.

At the same time, the capital station of the Freedom Alliance.

Seven or eight sturdy beastmen were guarding outside the door.

In the room, Zongfang lowered his eyes expressionlessly. The man opposite, who was awe-inspiring without anger, now had gray hair at his temples—it was Zong Yan.

"Thirteen years, how long are you going to be like this? Come back with me."

"Impossible." Zongfang was expressionless, his voice without any emotional fluctuation.

Zong Yan wore gloves, gripping the cane in his hand tightly. He deliberately dressed low-key today so people wouldn't recognize his identity, just to personally persuade Zongfang to return to the Federation.

Hearing him say this at this moment, he used his cane to support the ground forcefully, his whole body majestic: "If you don't go back, who will take over my shift?"

Zongfang glanced faintly at the youth standing behind Zong Yan and answered him: "Qiaoxia."

The little youth who was named stiffened his back, staring hatefully at Zongfang.

"He is still a child, not to mention that you two haven't spent a day as parents by their side, and now you don't take the responsibility you should take, throwing it to your son, how do you have the face to say it!" Zong Yan's brows were tightly furrowed, the hanging needle lines deeper, and he was furious at this moment. "What kind of father are you?"

Zongfang sneered. He stared at Zong Yan and said word by word: "Anyone can question me about this problem, only you are not worthy!"

Zong Yan's expression stiffened, and he turned his head away without speaking.

In the days after Qiao Suisui left, if Zong Yan hadn't forcibly planted a restriction on him, making him unable to seek death, he wouldn't have been in such pain until today. Zongfang hated him; for the rise and fall of the family, even his life had to be firmly grasped in his hands.

"I know you were very miserable after she left, but for the sake of the children, shouldn't you..."

"I can't do it." Zongfang interrupted before he could finish: "All I want is Qiaoqiao, she is not here, everything is meaningless."

Qiaoxia lowered his head, hearing the cruel truth from his father's mouth, and couldn't help but clench his fists, restraining the sadness in his heart. He was still a half-grown child after all, and at this moment, he forced his eye rims red with pain.

He hated himself for being weak. Didn't he know long ago that his father didn't like them? He and his other siblings lived with their grandfather in the Federation, receiving the top education and resources since childhood. He would never forget that night, his father stood at his grandfather's door drenched, personally sending 11 younger brothers and sisters. He suppressed his joy, wanting to let his father see his homework, but only got a cold look, nothing more, not a single word.

Qiaoxia was unwilling. He kept studying hard, training seriously, eating well every day, taking care of his younger brothers and sisters... just to tell his father that he was his most outstanding child.

But he didn't care at all.

He only loved Mom.

Why? Then what about him? What about the other younger brothers and sisters? Who would love them? Grandfather said Mom wouldn't wake up again, telling him not to be sad, that people who do big things cannot be hindered by such small things, otherwise they would be as useless as his father.

He agreed, but hid and cried after returning to his room.

Mom not waking up again is not a small thing... Qiaozong, Qiaoli, and the others asked him every night before sleep when Mom would come back, and he didn't know how to explain it to them.

So one day he secretly ran to the Aosilan Diguo. He had heard his grandfather and the Secretary-General talking, saying his father was guarding Mom here. He wanted to see Mom once. What did Mom look like? Did Mom smell good? Was Mom's hand really as soft as Qiaowei imagined? Qiao Xia approached the ancient castle full of hope, sneaked into the top floor, and in order to cover his tracks, he turned into a snake and swam into the inner hall, but was bitten on the neck when he was about to approach Mom.

He was so scared he didn't dare to move, but then he started to be ecstatic.

It was Dad! Dad's beast form was so handsome! He also wanted such hard and sharp scales!

But his father immediately turned into a human, pinched his neck, threw him out of the window, and threw him on a tree branch.

Qiaoxia shouted unwillingly: "I want to see Mom! What right do you have not to let me see!"

"Mom is afraid of snakes."

Qiaoxia was stunned. "Aren't you a snake too?"

"Not including me."

He looked at the man's figure leaving without nostalgia, bared his fangs at him angrily, and finally had no choice but to swim away in a sorry state.

He knew that with his current strength, he couldn't beat his father at all.

Qiaoxia secretly swore in his heart that one day he would surpass his father.

Afterward, he studied and trained even harder, spent some time, and finally became the best among his peers. He thought that seeing his father again today, he would look at him with admiration, but who knew that he was nothing at all, and in his father's eyes, he was left with only a cold 'no meaning'.

At this time, Zongfang saw Qiaoxia, who had been hanging his head. The little youth's body was trembling because he was trying his best to endure the urge to cry. Zongfang lowered his eyes, feeling a little relieved.

Awareness of emotional control, very good.

He then retracted his gaze faintly and said to Zong Yan: "Qiaoxia still needs to be tempered."

After saying that, he got up and left directly.

Zongfang usually wouldn't leave Tianwu Ya. Today, in order to see Qiaoxia, he had already been delayed here for a while, and at this moment, he just wanted to hurry back. Passing by a square, he saw a peddler selling some small gadgets characteristic of the Freedom Alliance, and he stopped his steps slowly, buying one of each.

When Zongfang returned to Tianwu Ya, the sunset was low, and the sky was dyed into a gorgeous painting by purple smoke clouds.

He held the things in his hand and walked toward the glass house as usual, but the moment he entered, the whole bag of things scattered to the ground, and panic appeared on his originally expressionless face.

He looked at the empty crystal coffin, his whole body's blood flowing backward.

Zongfang felt his heart being fiercely gripped by an invisible hand, his breathing stopping instantly, as if the whole world was collapsing in his ears. His brain was in chaos, his thoughts as if torn apart and unable to concentrate.

He stood still in place, his legs as heavy as if filled with lead, unable to take another step, as if instantly returning to the days of losing her, a deep fear and despair spreading rapidly in the bottom of his heart, his hands unable to help but tremble slightly.

(End of chapter)