Chapter 95

"Young Master Mo..."

After being silent for a moment, a light flashed deep in Ying Mo's eyes, and he nodded slightly to Ge Nie: "He is indeed already dead..."

"Five years ago, Young Master Mo died, died on the battlefield!"

"He fought to the end with the Xiongnu, shedding his last drop of blood..."

"He did not disgrace you, nor did he disgrace Great Qin..."

"He fought to the death to the end with the tens of thousands of Annan Army soldiers under his command."

Boom!!!

Even though in his heart

he already had confirmation.

However,

hearing Ying Mo admit it,

the glimmer of hope in Ge Nie's heart was completely extinguished, and he felt a roar in his heart.

Deep in his eyes, a look of grief emerged uncontrollably, his face sad.

"Well done."

Taking a deep breath, a smile appeared on Ge Nie's face, and he gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse: "Worthy of being the son His Majesty loved most, the eldest imperial prince of Great Qin, my good disciple, Ge Nie's!"

In Ge Nie's mind, countless images of Young Master Mo suddenly emerged.

He clearly remembered

more than ten years ago,

that eldest imperial prince who had just learned to walk and speak not long ago,

clamoring to learn the sword from him.

After following him to learn the sword.

Young Master Mo.

Showed extremely strong talent in the Dao of the sword; he understood many things at a single point and learned them as soon as he was taught!

Countless times Ge Nie had to sigh that Young Master Mo was a true genius of the sword.

Given time.

In his practice of the Dao of the sword,

he would definitely be able to rival him,

and even be able to surpass him!

All along,

Ge Nie had regarded Young Master Mo as his successor in the Dao of the sword!

Being able to have such an excellent successor had always been Ge Nie's pride!

However,

the war five years ago

took his proud disciple away!

For several years,

Ge Nie had thought of his disciple countless times...

Thinking of his proud disciple falling early on the battlefield, he felt incomparable pain!

Time and time again,

Ge Nie had an impulse

to kill his way to the Xiongnu alone,

to turn the Xiongnu territory upside down and avenge his disciple!

Ying Mo listened to Ge Nie's words, watching his expression change uncertainly.

The face under the ghost mask showed subtle changes, and he pursed his lips slightly.

For this master in front of him, Ying Mo still felt quite admirable and respectful.

Suddenly,

Ge Nie seemed to return to his senses,

and he took a deep breath, his gaze falling on Ying Mo.

"I see the shadow of the former Young Master Mo in you, so I don't want to make a move against you..."

Ge Nie looked at Ying Mo with nostalgia, speaking leisurely, his voice hoarse and low: "You go..."

Hearing this, Ying Mo's eyebrows jumped, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He was silent.

He took a deep look at Ge Nie and did not say anything more.

Then,

he signaled to Lu Li.

Lu Li understood his meaning, immediately pushed his wheelchair, and they began to move, preparing to leave.

However,

after walking only a few steps.

Ying Mo raised his hand again, signaling Lu Li to stop, then turned his head and looked toward Ge Nie.

"Is he... doing well now?"

Ying Mo looked at Ge Nie, and after pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked him.

"Hmm?!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Ge Nie's eyes as he looked at Ying Mo: "Who is the 'he' you are talking about?"

Looking at Ge Nie's puzzled expression, Ying Mo was silent for a moment, then spoke leisurely.

"Ying Zheng."

"Is he doing well?"

Swish!