Xu Tian was laughing from the bottom of his heart, faint traces of tears actually glimmering in his eyes.
It was a rare sight indeed.
Lian Youming, too, watched with mixed feelings.
In that battle to purge the demons all those years ago, how many had fallen just before dawn?
People like his martial uncle still understood the world as it had been in the past. Decades of youth had passed in the blink of an eye. Seeing the old men reminiscing about the past and chatting about the present, he tactfully withdrew with Li Da.
Li Yinhuan was still inside. She simply loved joining in the excitement.
The two stood on the deck, facing the sea breeze and watching the figures coming and going aboard and below the ship, both filled with emotion.
Lian Youming lit a cigarette he had swiped from Xu Tian.
With his hands in his pockets, Li Da asked, "What are your plans from here?"
Mr. Corpse was not dead, so Lian Youming could not keep his dual identity hidden much longer.
Once it became public, he might face terrifying attempts on his life unlike anything before.
Lian Youming said gently, "I've come this far. How could I think of turning back now?"
He understood what Li Da was implying. At this critical juncture, joining the military might be safer than relying on his standing in the martial world. But the White Lotus Sect Master was unafraid, and Situ Wudi was fearless. How could he...
How could he?
Strictly speaking, the three of them were in the same situation.
But if he joined the military, he would inevitably have to relinquish the Green Gang's influence.
How could he let go of the Junk King's painstaking efforts, Du Xinwu's dying wishes, and people like Yang Lian