The two of them sat like this, chatting for most of the day. They gradually stopped talking until dusk began to appear on the horizon, the last ray of glow was swallowed up by the night, and dim lanterns lit up in the courtyard.
Chen Jin did not continue to ask about Chen Lang's past. What he heard now was enough for him.
He knew that Chen Lang was now carrying the heavy burden of the entire Asian magic world on his shoulders, and it was a shocking event that he had to contend with Holy City.
He is old, his strength is declining, and his life source is gradually drying up. Since he cannot provide any substantial help to Chen Lang, he naturally does not want to involve his energy and become a drag on him because of his questioning.
However, under the calm appearance, Chen Jin's heart was filled with unquenchable waves, and there was a deep regret hidden inside.
Why doesn't he hate Holy City?
That hatred has long been engraved into the bone marrow and integrated into the blood.
When Holy City liquidated the Chen family, blood flowed like a river, and his brothers and uncles died one by one. If it were not for the firm attitude of several uncles and brothers who used their last strength to make him lie dormant and forcibly escorted him away, he would have died in that catastrophe.
Everyone in the world thinks that death is the most terrifying thing.
But only those who have experienced it personally understand that sometimes, living is more uncomfortable than dying.
Witnessing the tragic death of a loved one with one's own eyes, bearing the blood feud of one's family, but having no choice but to swallow one's breath, and seeing one's enemy aloof and arrogant, this pain and suffering is enough to completely crush a person.
Chen Jin has such a profound memory of that period, every detail is as clear as if it happened yesterday.
But unfortunately, the elders and brothers put the responsibility of continuing the Chen family on his shoulders at the cost of their lives. He could not die, and he did not dare to die.
In order for the Chen family to continue and to one day avenge his relatives, he had been holding back the depression in his heart for decades.
Now, Chen Lang has grown up and has the strength to compete with Holy City. Chen Family finally has hope of revenge.
But he is old and can no longer put on his armor and go into battle in person to fight his enemies to the death.
This regret was like a fine needle, gently piercing his heart, causing a dull pain.
Chen Lang saw the subtle changes on Old Master's face, and felt a sense of sourness in his heart.
He knew the regret in Old Master's heart, and also understood how heavy the depression that had been accumulated for decades was.
He didn't say much, just silently refilled a cup of hot tea for Chen Jin, and said softly, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will avenge Chen's family. I will take back everything Holy City owes us, along with your share."
When Chen Jin heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he nodded slowly, raised his hand and patted the back of Chen Lang's hand, with a relieved tone. "Okay, okay... With your words, I feel relieved."
Chen Lang himself is not a hesitant person. He knows that he still has many matters to deal with and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time.
He looked at the calm-looking Chen Jin again, drank the remaining tea in the cup, stood up and straightened his robes, then turned to say hello to Li Yan who was standing quietly beside him, "Uncle Li, Old Master, I'd like to ask you to keep an eye on this place."
"Chen Young Master Lang don't worry." Li Yan bowed and responded with a respectful tone.
After explaining this, Chen Lang gestured to the three people Qin Yuer, Zhan Kong, and Ding Yumian in the corridor, and turned around and left the small courtyard with them.
His steps were steady, without any delay, and his back gradually faded away in the dim light of the lantern.
Chen Jin was always sitting at the stone table, his eyes following Chen Lang's retreating back. He didn't slowly look back until the figure completely disappeared around the corner of the alley.
He raised his hand to pick up the already slightly cold tea cup in front of him, and muttered to himself, "The eagle has finally grown up. I hope he can soar freely in this vast world!"
The voice was very soft, with a bit of relief and a bit of reluctance, and spread quietly in the silent courtyard.
Li Yan stood aside and heard Chen Jin's words clearly.
He looked at the direction Chen Lang was leaving, then turned to look at Chen Jin with a complicated expression. He hesitated for a moment, but still called softly, "Master..."
He has followed Chen Jin for many years, and he can naturally see that underneath Chen Jin's seemingly relieved expression, there are hidden concerns about his physical condition, and he is also worried that the mood swings just now will affect him.
"It's nothing." Chen Jin waved his hand, interrupting Li Yan's words, with a rare relaxed smile on his face, "I am very happy today. People say that illness comes from the heart, and whether your health is good or not actually depends on the heart. I am in a good mood at the moment, and it has no impact."
After that, he picked up the teapot on the table again and refilled himself with a cup of tea.
The orange-red charcoal fire was still beating, reflecting his old but peaceful face, and the fragrance of tea in the courtyard seemed to have become a little more mellow due to this state of mind.
"Pay more attention to the situation of the domestic coastline in the near future." Chen Jin thought for a while and explained.
Chen Lang is developing step by step, and he has nothing to help or provide.
But he wanted to delay Chen Lang for a while, or at least put some pressure on Holy City so that they could not take action easily...
But it is not easy to influence the world...
The next day it was just dawn, with a touch of fish belly white on the horizon, and the grass and trees in the courtyard were still stained with morning dew, Chen Lang got up.
He did not alert anyone else and went to the depths of Chen's mansion alone, where Fourth Master Chen Shan retreated all year round.
Chen Shan's residence is extremely simple, just a stone house built on the mountain. There are a few old pines planted outside the stone house. The wind blows through the pine needles, making a soft "rustling" sound. As soon as Chen Lang walked to the door of the stone house, he felt a majestic but restrained magic wave. The door opened by itself with a "squeak", as if he had already known his arrival.
In the stone house, Chen Shan is sitting cross-legged on a futon and practicing, surrounded by a faint light of lightning. His silver-white hair is tied randomly behind his head. Although his face looks old, his eyes are bright and his energy is far superior to that of Chen Jin of the same age.
Seeing Chen Lang come in, he slowly dissipated the magic power around him, the thunder light dispersed, and asked, "Boy, when did you come back."
He sat down opposite Chen Shan and told the whole story one by one without beating around the bush.
After listening to Chen Lang's narration, Chen Shan was silent for a moment. There was no wave on his old face, only an imperceptible stern look flashed deep in his eyes.
He stood up slowly, walked to the window of the stone house, looked out at the morning mist-shrouded courtyard, and said solemnly, "I am still alive now just to dedicate my last remaining energy when Chen needs it. Since you have spoken, I naturally have no objections. I will just go with you Dubai."
The words were plain, but with unquestionable firmness.
No one knew that this seemingly peaceful old man had a heavy past and guilt hidden in his heart.
Back then, the reason why Chen was liquidated by Holy City was because of him.
It was his flamboyant behavior when he was young and unintentionally violated Holy City's taboos that led to that disaster...