Chapter 620: with translation of chapter title

When Jiang Feng walked out of the room, he saw Su Lao and Linghu Xue standing left and right at the door, both faces filled with the same expression.

Linghu Xue was the first to rush forward.

She didn't bother with decorum and grabbed Jiang Feng's arm.

"How is it? How much longer until Aunt Xing wakes up?"

She had confidence in Jiang Feng's medical skill, but Linghu Xing had been gravely ill for many years, the fire poison had penetrated the five viscera and six bowels; in Linghu Xue's view, even if Jiang Feng had absolute certainty, he would need time to slowly regulate.

"At least three to five days, at least one or two weeks, at least there needs to be a process."

Jiang Feng lowered his head and glanced at her, tried to pull his arm but it didn't budge, so he let her hold it.

He spoke in a flat tone, as if stating something utterly ordinary.

"She has already recovered, and is lively and active; just now she even sparred with me."

Linghu Xue froze.

Her mouth opened slightly, her eyes widened round, her whole body stood still as if someone had hit pause.

She instinctively wanted to retort, "What nonsense is this?"

"Aunt Xing has been lying there for so long; how could she just say she's fine and be fine?"

She had just opened her mouth to say something when she heard footsteps behind her.

Linghu Xue abruptly turned her head.

Then her eyeballs widened.

Linghu Xing stood at the doorway, wearing a white long dress, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, her face bearing a hint of pallor from just recovering from a serious illness.

But her eyes were bright, and her waist was held straight.

Standing there, her breath was steady, her composure relaxed, hardly different from her condition before the coma.

The aura of a Half-step Martial Ancestor emanated faintly, as if telling everyone.

"She has returned, and is even stronger than before."

"Aunt Xing!"

She released Jiang Feng's arm, took a few steps to Linghu Xing's front, reached out to support her, but stopped midway because she saw Linghu Xing standing firmly, needing no help.

Linghu Xing looked at her, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Xue girl..."

Linghu Xing's voice was a little hoarse but very clear,

"You've worked hard."

Su Lao stood there, not stepping forward.

The old man wore a gray coat, his hair white and gray, he leaned on a crutch, his facial expression complex. He looked at Linghu Xing, his cloudy eyes holding too much that could not be put into words.

Linghu Xing met his gaze, her body paused slightly.

A flash of extremely complex emotion crossed her eyes.

She took a deep breath, then stepped forward to stand three paces before Su Lao, bent at the waist, and performed a respectful bow.

"Daughter-in-law pays respects to father-in-law."

Her voice was not loud, but each word was spoken clearly.

Su Lao stood there, looking at the woman before him who was performing the salute.

His lips twitched slightly, his grip on the crutch tightened, his knuckles whitening.

After a long while, Su Lao finally let out a long breath.

"Please rise."

Linghu Xing straightened up, looking at Su Lao's wrinkled face, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

She fell silent for a few breaths, then spoke up with a question.

"Where is Guo Hua's grave? I want to go see him."

Su Lao's eye sockets instantly reddened.

His body swayed slightly, his crutch planted on the ground, steadying himself.

His voice shifted from hoarse to sharp, carrying a long-suppressed anger and grievance.

"Do you have the face to go see Guo Hua?"

Linghu Xing's body tensed slightly.

Su Lao's voice trembled, his crutch struck the ground heavily, emitting a dull thud.

"If it weren't for you, Guo Hua wouldn't have died! Xue Yan wouldn't have run abroad either!"

The old man's tears finally could not be held back, rolling from his cloudy eyes down the wrinkles on his face. He lifted his hand to wipe with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more they flowed, unstoppable.

"Linghu Xing, since you've awakened, go attend to your great affairs; consider this old man begging you!"

His voice grew louder and more trembling, until he was almost shouting.

"Don't keep disturbing our Su Family! Didn't your Linghu Family already promise that years ago? Guo Hua has already paid with his life; why can't you let Xue Yan be?"

The courtyard fell silent.

Linghu Dongyuan stood at the side, his lips moving, his face full of difficulty.

Linghu Xing stood there, looking at Su Lao's tear-streaked face, remaining silent for a long time.

But soon, the light in her eyes turned cold. That coldness was not feigned; it emanated from her very bones, as if something inside her had frozen, making her whole person become hard.

She spoke.

"Just because she is my bloodline, I can decide her life."

Su Lao's body shuddered violently. He lifted his head, glared at Linghu Xing, his lips trembling as he wanted to speak but was too angry to get words out.

His hands clenched the crutch tightly, knuckles whitening, his whole body trembling.

Linghu Xing looked at him, his expression unchanged, as if stating an unchangeable fact.

"Su Lao old man."

"It's only to blame your son… he found a woman he shouldn't have."

After saying that, she didn't linger, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard gate.

Su Lao stood in place, his Crutch supporting his swaying, about-to-fall body.

His lips were still trembling, wanting to say something, but his throat felt blocked by a lump of Cotton, and he couldn't make a sound. Tears streamed down his face, dropping one by one onto the Ground, dampening the fine dust on the blue bricks.

Linghu Dongyuan let out a deep sigh.

He looked at Su Lao, then at the direction Linghu Xing had disappeared, finally saying nothing, lowering his head and followed in Linghu Xing's Back as he walked out.

Only three people remained in the courtyard.

After a long time, Linghu Xue finally spoke softly, her voice so quiet it seemed she was afraid of disturbing something.

"Grandpa Su…"

Su Lao didn't respond, merely turning slowly, leaning on his Crutch, step by step walking into the house.

His back was hunched, each step taken Slow and heavy, as if each step exhausted all his strength.

Jiang Feng watched his back as he walked into the house, remained silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Linghu Xue.

Linghu Xue was still Standing There, Tears finally couldn't be held back, streaming down her cheeks.

She looked at Jiang Feng, sniffled, her voice carrying a Crying tone.

"Have I done something wrong… I shouldn't have brought Aunt Xing back…"

Jiang Feng looked at her, offering no comfort, nor mockery, merely saying lightly.

"Whether you bring her back or not, what is meant to come will come."

Linghu Xue froze for a moment, raised her head to look at him, her lips moved, but ultimately she said nothing.