Nightfall

The Dreadful Person In The Way

There were many snowfalls that winter. The biggest one fell neither in the Wilderness nor in the capital of Yan. Instead it fell in the comparatively warm capital of Song. Recalling that snowfall, many people saw it as an omen because something very important happened during that snowfall.

In the snow storm, Taoism burned Ye Su, the founder of the New Stream. It shocked the entire human world. People found a series of strange things during the process. For instance, why did the Abbey Dean made such a ruthless and resolute decision? And why was the Academy lagging behind in reaction? It was not their style.

The Fourth Brother traveled thousands of miles to the Song and brought the River and Mountain Sandbox. He joined the battle and helped Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang and other disciples of the Sword Garret retreat. But he was not able to change the story. He failed to save Ye Su. And most importantly, he came by himself.

The Eldest Brother also came to Song and was severely wounded by the Drunkard. But he was too late. By the time he arrived, the heavy snow had entirely covered the pile of firewood. He could not even see any burned wood or ashes, not to mention to save Ye Su. Likewise, he also came by himself, not on behalf of the Academy.  ( Boxno vel. co m )

The Eldest Brother and the Fourth Brother came by themselves. They could have represented the Academy but did not do so because currently in the Academy, Yu Lian and Ning Que were in charge.

Apparently the Academy did not have any plans for this. But what were Yu Lian and Ning Que thinking about? Were they really waiting indifferently for Ye Su’s death as Long Qing had told Ye Su before he was burned?

Chilling winter wind roared among the cliffs. The Helan City was enveloped by a weird silence ever since the retreat. The barracks used to be the station for tens of thousands of cavalrymen. Now there was nothing but some goshawk whistling in loneliness.

The last Tang troop of hundreds of soldiers was guarding the only path to the Helan City via the West Wilderness. Having been stationed here for a few years, they would not have survived if it were not for the abundant supplies Tang had prepared and the secret help they received from the Wild People.

On top of the city gate, a dominating figure was standing high. The goshawk approached from the snow peak out of curiosity and found the figure to be strangely disproportioned. Upon a closer look, the goshawk realized it was not a disproportionate person, but a combination of two people. That was why it looked weird.

Tang stood on top of the city gate and looked to the west where the Golden Tribe Royal Court was located. He looked indifferent. The fur he wore fluttered in the chilling wind, as if it was an unbeatable flag of blood.

He was the World Wayfarer of the Devil’s Doctrine, and the most powerful man in the Wilderness. In terms of being dominating, no one could have surpassed him ever since Xia Hou’s death. But right now someone was sitting on his shoulders. More precisely, there was a specially designed back-basket on his shoulders with a stool in it. And someone was sitting on the stool. Tang was very tall. Therefore that person on the stool was sitting high.

The person on his shoulders was a pretty girl. She was about twelve or thirteen years old. Her black ponytails swung cutely in the wind.

Many years ago in Chang’an, this girl leapt into the sky, chopped a rainbow, and carried Li Manman down. She broke her legs and was reluctant to walk ever since. She used to be in a wheelchair. But when she came to the Wilderness she was sitting on Tang’s shoulders and would not get off even when her legs had fully recovered.

She said it looked more powerful sitting there. Since she turned into a little girl many years ago, she found being not strong enough to be most annoying, even more annoying than the monthly menstruation.