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Looking at Ye Zhen's impassioned expression, Jian Qianxiong seemed to see a figure before his eyes. Once upon a time, that figure had also burned with hot blood, wielding a sword to cut down injustice!

He had possessed the same vigor as Ye Zhen, perhaps even more fiery than Ye Zhen. In a single night, he had raced ten thousand li and slain thirteen corrupt officials.

As for what came later, that figure had gradually become indistinguishable from the masses, turning into an immortal master who stood high above and could decide the life and death of ordinary people. That figure had fallen completely silent.

Now, because of Ye Zhen, that figure buried deep within Jian Qianxiong's heart showed signs of awakening. Back then, the youth who had wielded his sword across ten thousand li to slay corrupt officials had been Jian Qianxiong himself!

"I'm old. Only when I look at you do I realize that I truly am old. When a man grows old, his heart grows old as well!" Jian Qianxiong suddenly sighed, and a hint of twilight decay seeped from his entire body.

"Since the grudge between you and Zhu Ling cannot be resolved, then let Zhu Ling... die!" As he spoke, two talisman lights flew from Jian Qianxiong's hand.

Almost at the same time, Jian Qianxiong's aura abruptly changed. A sky-piercing baleful intent swiftly replaced that trace of twilight decay. "Ye Zhen, you should count yourself lucky. If not for my daughter Qingyue's attitude, the one being erased now should have been you!"

Ye Zhen did not answer. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a trace of stubbornness.

Jian Qianxiong was right. Perhaps if Feng Qingyue had not intervened, given the value Zhu Ling and Ye Zhen held in Jian Qianxiong's eyes, Ye Zhen