Chapter 77: Women Are Just Changeable

However, she is far away, she is my senior sister, and in my heart I have also many times regarded her as my goal.

So, Zhou Tian also did not truly turn against her over this.

However, he just couldn't figure out what matter Mo Qingyan was referring to.

"I must return to the sect, right now!"

Mo Qingyan struggled, slowly getting to her feet.

"Return to the sect? Why?"

Zhou Tian was greatly surprised; could it be that she was hiding something from him, which is why she slapped him?

But why?

Zhou Tian felt helpless, Mo Qingyan said coldly.

"The holy sword has split into two; one blade is now lost outside, I must report this to my master."

As Mo Qingyan spoke, Zhou Tian was stunned again.

How is this woman?

Even if I were at fault for the holy sword splitting in two, it couldn't be stopped; so why did she slap me?

This matter truly left Zhou Tian bewildered and deeply vexed.

This woman is unreasonable and shrewish.

However, this type is exactly what makes me love her, isn't it?

"Senior sister, if that's the case, please, after you return, convey my greetings to our master, and could you ask the eldest and second senior sisters to come assist me? I also miss them."

Zhou Tian gazed at Mo Qingyan as she spoke, always feeling something odd in his heart.

Once certain thoughts get started, they cannot be stopped.

"Really?"

Upon hearing Zhou Tian's words, Mo Qingyan spoke again; upon reaching this point, she felt resentment in her heart.

"That's fine too; anyway, I don't want to see you again."

Having them take my place would allow me to avoid seeing this disgusting person before me again.

Mo Qingyan feared that if she couldn't defend herself, she would truly strike him and kill him.

Zhou Tian widened his eyes; is splitting the holy sword in two such a grave mistake? His senior sister looks completely intent on killing him—this is truly surprising.

Mo Qingyan swiftly departed; Zhou Tian only felt a chill emanating from her.

Between himself and this senior sister, it seems a deep, unbridgeable chasm has formed, with no chance of reconciliation.

The chaos in the Sword Hut has finally been brought under control.

Yun Xiyue did not wait for Yang Jun's return; Yun Xuanmo forcibly seized her and hauled her onto the carriage.

"Brother, are we really not going to wait for Yang Jun anymore? He still hasn't returned; could something have happened?"

Yun Xiyue felt wronged and also worried.

Regarding such matters, she could never set her heart at ease.

Yang Jun has long been entwined in her heart, leaving her no possibility to let go.

"Xi Yue, the Father Emperor has issued an edict ordering us to return to the palace immediately."

"Besides, we are inside the imperial city; Yang Jun won't leave the city, so nothing will happen."

Yun Xuanmo no longer harbors much resentment toward Yang Jun; first, there is the kindness of that book.

Then there is Yang Jun's performance in the Sword Hut.

It seems many of his ways of acting and his values align closely with my own.

Precisely for this reason, Yun Xuanmo also no longer bears hostility toward Yang Jun.

But this matter is an imperial edict; even if Yun Xuanmo wanted to wait for Yang Jun, he cannot do so.

"But Yang Jun should return soon; shall we wait a bit longer?"

"Xi Yue, the Father Emperor's summons; issuing such an edict most likely means something has happened in the palace."

Yun Xuanmo also cannot do anything else to dissuade; he can only offer comfort.

"But..."

"Get on the carriage first; as I said, Yang Jun holds the holy sword, so what could he worry about? He won't come to harm."

Yun Xuanmo hurriedly interrupted Yun Xiyue's words, meanwhile adding a thought to himself.

Yang Jun, this kid, with such good luck, the holy sword meeting him has already split in two—what else is there to worry about?

Yun Xuanmo helped Yun Xiyue onto the carriage, urging to set off, but at this moment he also faintly sensed that something was off.

As for what exactly this matter is, for the time being he cannot figure it out clearly.

Not long after Yun Xiyue and Yun Xuanmo departed, Yang Jun leisurely returned to the inn.

"Ah, not bad."

"Leng Qingyue is wanton, Mo Qingyan pure; Zhou Tian, this destined male protagonist, indeed encounters only chaff."

"In this matter, I can consider myself to have gotten a head start."

Yang Jun spoke while his eyes fixed intently on the bloodstain on his body, giving a hehe laugh.

"Mo Qingyan's first blood is mine, and I don't even need to take responsibility—really exhilarating."

After Yang Jun said that, he then looked around and realized that Yun Xiyue and Yun Xuanmo were gone.

After searching, in the room Yang Jun found the letter left by Yun Xiyue.

Upon opening it, Yang Jun furrowed his brows tightly.

"That damned emperor issued an edict for them to hurry back, and didn't even bring me? It seems something is wrong with these affairs."

Yang Jun spoke, a hint of gravity flashing in his eyes; this matter is too strange.

After settling the matter at the Sword Hut, they immediately returned to the Imperial Palace.

What is this for?

Report?

Or do you have other plans?

Yang Jun thought, and immediately caught a whiff of conspiracy.

It seems, in a dangerous place, one cannot stay long.

Yang Jun thought, and simply packed up; with the holy sword in hand, the world is mine.

Such bold words, just say them for now.

As for what will happen next, I can hardly predict.

The most important point is that my current strength is still insufficient; this holy sword, after all, still needs to be hidden first.

He disguised the holy sword, quickly packed up, and hurriedly rushed toward Pingxi Prince's Mansion.

Now his heart is very uneasy.

In this vast capital, he always feels as if invisible threads are binding him.

In this, he also isn't quite sure what to do.

He can only take it step by step; the best method is to be extremely careful, absolutely avoid messing up in inappropriate places, for that would be the greatest regret.

Along the way, Yang Jun paid attention to the movements around him; it was fine, seemingly no danger.

Looking on, the distance to Pingxi Prince's Mansion was getting closer and closer.

However, Yang Jun didn't even have time to catch his breath; when he turned into an alley, he felt something was off.

The disguised holy sword, at this moment, emitted a series of silent vibrations!

Damn, still came?

Yang Jun furrowed his brow, he heard some faint footsteps, coming from both sides of the eaves, as well as from not far away.

Yang Jun's heart skipped a beat; it seems someone wants to surround him.

In this capital, who else could have such a grand scheme?

Yang Jun gripped the holy sword, no need to look further, just continue stepping forward slowly.