Published: March 8, 2025
“I am Wei Wuyan!” Wei Wuyan's eyes radiated a deep-seated hatred. “I was once a disciple of Hong Wuliang, but I am no longer.” He lifted his head defiantly. “I do not seek mercy from you; rather, it is because Hong Wuliang is despicable, shameless, and filthy! I have an irreconcilable enmity with him!”
Lang Yilang chuckled coldly. “A thousand years... and you only just realized he is despicable?”
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and ten people descended neatly from above.
Wei Wuyan and the others did not move or flee.
The four of them were merely at the supreme first rank. Moreover, they were already exhausted to the bone. At this moment, they could hardly even stand, let alone fight.
On the other hand, their opponents were all masters above the supreme first rank! Among them, several were even second tier or third tier figures. As for the leader, Lang Yilang, he was even more unfathomable!
Encountering them in such circumstances left no glimmer of hope for survival.
Lang Yilang glided through the snow like a flowing cloud, standing in front of Wei Wuyan. He appraised him from head to toe and nodded, his eyes filled with profound weariness and loneliness. In a tired voice, he said, “Wei Wuyan, you must know who I am.”
Wei Wuyan replied coldly, “The illustrious Lang Chief, how could a young man not know?”
Lang Yilang started to laugh, but despite the laughter, his expression remained sorrowful and desolate. He said, “I meant, the matters between Hong Wuliang and me.”
Wei Wuyan fell silent.
He certainly knew about this; Hong Wuliang had spoken of it more than once.
However, ever since Hong Wuliang's actions had shattered his image in Wei Wuyan's mind, Wei Wuyan truly could not determine who was right and who was wrong between the two men.
Lang Yilang sighed deeply and spoke淡淡地: “Since I discovered you, I have set up arrangements to force you to change your course time and again, leading you to this northwest wasteland... Does it feel familiar?”
Wei Wuyan paused for a moment before responding, “Yes, it indeed feels familiar.”
Lang Yilang nodded slightly. “Hmm. You grew up here. Naturally, it feels familiar…”
Wei Wuyan fell silent, an inexplicable sense of nostalgia on his face.
Indeed, he had grown up here, his home, his roots, were right here. He had fled thousands of miles with Hong Wuliang to escape from powerful enemies…
Leaving this place behind.
The three men of unparalleled talent suddenly understood.
It was no wonder that Wei Wuyan could repeatedly escape pursuers in such a harsh environment in the northwest. So it was!
The northwest was Wei Wuyan's homeland.
But not only was there a look of nostalgia on Wei Wuyan's face; even Lang Yilang, standing before him, wore a similar expression of longing.
“Not just you... my homeland is also here.” Lang Yilang said heavily. “Hong Wuliang's homeland is also here... The one I loved deeply... her homeland is also here!”
“Everything is here!”
Lang Yilang's voice grew hollow and ethereal, as if speaking to the soul, murmuring: “So I have gone to great lengths to set up the heavenly net and earthly web, mobilizing all the forces of the Law Enforcement Hall, sending the nine great clans to surround and intercept, to force you here.”
“Because I want to settle the grudges of my life in my homeland!”
“I see.” Wei Wuyan said calmly, “So that’s why you ordered not to harm our lives, insisting on capturing us alive?”
Lang Yilang smiled tiredly and shook his head. “With your insignificant strength, do you really think you could have fought your way here?”
Wei Wuyan sneered, “Even if we couldn’t, your actions are indeed too much of a mockery!”
Lang Yilang frowned and said, “For that, I am truly sorry.”
He paused and continued, “However... this is my wish for nearly two thousand years. So... even if it is difficult, I must do it. Even if it means being ungrateful to the world, I must do it.”
Wei Wuyan fell silent.
He understood Lang Yilang’s meaning: even if it meant being ungrateful to the world, he would do it! Let alone just the four of them?