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After giving Liu Gongxuan and He Feng his instructions, He Wushan did not say much to Gong Wenyu. He was merely a relatively young independent cultivator; even if he was friends with He Feng, he was still not worthy of He Wushan's notice.
Having said that, He Wushan directly took He Feng back to Famous Sword Villa. Liu Gongxuan, his face equally weary, bid Gong Wenyu farewell. "Brother Gong, I too am preparing to return to the Zaohua Taoist School for now. Let us part ways here."
This incident had dealt Liu Gongxuan quite a blow as well. He had wanted to avenge his friend, only to discover in the end that the one he intended to take revenge on was an existence beyond his reach—a figure on the same level as He Wushan, the master of Famous Sword Villa. It left him with a deep sense of frustration.
Gong Wenyu cupped his hands. "Take care."
He had few friends—one could say he had virtually none. During his journey through the Central Plains, the only people he had truly clicked with were Liu Gongxuan and He Feng.
Yet those two also placed immense pressure on him.
One came from the Zaohua Taoist School, while the other came from Famous Sword Villa. The forces behind them were enough to make ninety percent of the Jianghu's martial artists tremble in fear.
The Tang Sect had wanted to kill him, yet the moment Liu Gongxuan and He Feng stepped forward, they immediately retreated. Though that was a good thing, Gong Wenyu's pride could not accept merely clinging to his friends' protection to survive.
"Power! What I lack is still power!"
Gong Wenyu fiercely clenched the Black Demon