Chapter 480 A Flower_1

The next morning came early.

Su Qinwei and the other girls woke up bright and early.

Yin Tian heard the sounds of footsteps and also emerged from his meditative practice.

Because of that miraculous Breathing Skill, Yin Tian felt refreshed and indescribably comfortable throughout his body.

Listening to the girls chattering, Yin Tian sat quietly to the side, his face adorned with a gentle smile.

Every morning, seeing that everything was peaceful, he felt an immense satisfaction.

The girls discussed heading to the kitchen to cook; meanwhile, Yin Tian sat on the sofa, quietly lost in thought.

After a while, Yin Tian’s cellphone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Jiang Tao, the father of sisters Jiang Qingwu and Jiang Qingge.

"Hello, uncle, is there something you need?"

"Last night, your master called me."

Jiang Tao said straightforwardly.

"What?"

Yin Tian sat up straight immediately. "What did he say to you?"

"He asked if you had been to see me and after learning that you had already taken Qingwu and Qingge, he just told me that he might be returning to the Imperial Capital soon and asked me to let you know."

At these words, Yin Tian’s breathing quickened.

His master was actually returning to the Imperial Capital!

Didn’t that mean...

He was about to learn the truth he had always wanted to know from his master?

"Did he mention any specific time? Did he say how to find me after he comes back?"

"No."

Jiang Tao directly responded, "That’s all he told me before hanging up the phone."

"Alright, I understand, thank you, uncle."

Yin Tian spoke softly into the phone, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

The call was ended.

Yin Tian sat on the sofa, deep in thought.

Mrs. Ling had once said that her husband and the master were working on a very important matter.

Now the master unexpectedly said he would return to the Imperial Capital. Had he finished his task?

Would the master come to find him?

Or did he need to take the initiative to find the master himself?

He didn’t know that, at the same time...

"Achoo!"

A man in his fifties, who was rather unkempt, suddenly sneezed while walking.

"Caught a cold?"

The man beside him, shrouded in a black cloak, asked.

"No."

The man extended his hand and rubbed his nose, cursing, "Definitely someone’s cursing me."

These two were none other than the master and Mrs. Ling’s husband!

The master was carrying a box on his back, which was tightly sealed, preventing anyone from seeing what was inside.

The master looked up ahead, frowning slightly, "Are we really going to walk all the way back to the Imperial Capital like this?"

"The contents of the box are very important to you, we can use some other means of transportation if you’re not worried about any accidents."

"Let’s not, then."

The master shook his head, then spoke helplessly, "But I’m really starting to miss that brat. We’ve depended on each other for twenty years; he’s like a son to me. Suddenly being apart like this just feels uncomfortable."

"He definitely wouldn’t be pleased to hear that," Mrs. Ling’s husband said softly.

Thinking of him, the master grumbled, "So what if he gets angry! I’ve raised his son for him for twenty years for nothing. It’s not too much to say the boy is like my own son, is it?"

"If it weren’t for my sister-in-law, do you think I’d want to help him? Humph!"

The master was clearly harboring a grudge, and his expression grew darker.

"Speaking of which, apart from one encounter more than ten years ago, I haven’t seen that kid since. I wonder what kind of person he is..."

Mrs. Ling’s husband murmured, then his voice suddenly grew stern, "If he dares to treat my daughter poorly, I’ll skin him alive with my own hands!"

"Don’t worry, if that little guy dares to be bad to Mingmiao, you won’t even have to lift a finger. I’ll take care of him!" the master promised, patting his chest.

"You?"

Mrs. Ling’s husband glanced at the master, "You’d help him punish me? You think I don’t know what’s really on your mind?"

The master gave an awkward smile and said nothing.

So they continued walking on the deserted road, speaking sporadically.

After an indeterminate amount of time, both men suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The master displayed a look of resignation. "What now? Isn’t this enough? It’s just a flower, does it warrant such relentless pursuit?"

Mrs. Ling’s husband didn’t say a word, but deliberately pulled a knuckle duster from his pocket and slipped it onto his hand.

From behind the trees on either side of the road ahead, numerous silhouettes emerged.

A quick count suggested there were at least fifty of them!

And each one of these figures emanated a powerful aura that no ordinary person could rival.

"Half each, then," the master said slowly, still refusing to take off the box on his back even as battle loomed.

"Alright," Mrs. Ling’s husband replied.

The next moment, both of them charged forward...