Chapter 1858: Chapter 1840: Lin Yan Story Part 22_1 Chapter 1858: Chapter 1840: Lin Yan Story Part 22_1 “Yes.”

With a serious expression, Ye Zilin solemnly responsed, “Zilin will remember the teachings of the Master.”

True Master Chixia nodded in satisfaction, “In that case, you may go.”

“Master, we are leaving.”

“We will miss you.”

“Ziyan will definitely come back to see you.”

The moment of farewell arrived, the three siblings were reluctant to part.

“Good, I will strive to live a few more years and wait for your return.”

True Master Chixia, with a loving look in his eyes, pinched Ye Ziyan’s cheeks, chubby from all the collagen.

“May Master live a hundred years.”

Ye Ziyan giggled, her mouth sugary sweet, “You’ll definitely live another hundred years.”

“Hehe, you’re pretty silver-tongued, always managing to cheer people up.”

True Master Chixia laughed heartily, his smile beaming ear to ear.”

*
“Robbery!”

A group of menacing robbers armed with big knives burst onto the mountain path at the foot of Auspicious Mountain, blocking the path of fleeing refugees.

The refugees were emaciated and disheveled, their eyes dull, their vitality drained by the hardships of their escape.

Even in this state, the robbers refused to spare them.

“Kill all the men, take the women and children back to the stronghold.”

At the command of the bandit leader, the robbers cackled and waved their big knives at the unarmed refugees.

Three fast horses galloped to the scene, their rider in front quickly drew his long sword and launched himself into the air.

In the flash of blades, more than ten robbers fell to the ground.

Before the refugees could even react, the man had already flown and chased after the horse, whipping it forward.

“Big brother’s swordsmanship is getting more amazing.”

“After a few more years of practice, he could establish his own sect and become a grandmaster.”

Ye Ziyan and Ye Zilin shared a knowing smile, then continued on their brisk journey.

*
Lanshan Village, Lin Residence.

The low courtyard wall, more dilapidated from erosion and wind, the window creaked as the mountain wind blew.

“Dad, Mom, we’re finally back after ten years.”

Ye Ziyan’s eyes welled up with tears as she pushed the picket gate open and entered the small courtyard she dreamt of every midnight.

“Ziyan, don’t cry.”

Ye Zilin pats his little sister’s head, his eyes warm, “Let’s tidy up the house a bit, then go up the mountain to pay respects to our parents.”

“Okay.”

Ye Ziyan looked up at her brother, wiping her eyes, her face broke into a willing smile.

Even though their parents had passed away, she still had her brother.

Wherever her brother was, was home.

*
The siblings cleaned up the courtyard, then with the tributes they brought, climbed the mountain path to their parents’ graves.

“Big brother, look, someone has paid respects to mom and dad.”

Ye Ziyan was surprised to see a stack of fresh paper money placed in front of the tombstones.

Ye Zilin guessed in silence, “Maybe brother Yun Zheng.”

“Looks like it.”

Ye Zimo, attentive to the details said, “They must’ve left not long ago, possibly still nearby.”

Ye Ziyan lit up, “Should we go and find them?”

“No.”

Ye Zilin frowned slightly, “Yun Zheng is the leader of the Rebel Army, even if it was him, he would’ve changed his appearance and hidden his whereabouts. We won’t be able to find him.”

“Let’s go to Huainan to find the Rebel Army.”

Ye Zimo was excited, “We find Yun Zheng, lead the Rebel Army to attack and capture cities, we march into the Capital City, and kill the damned Emperor.”

“No.”

Ye Zilin has a better plan, “To capture the thief, first capture the king. We go directly to Capital City, kill the foolish ruler, create chaos, and covertly support the Rebel Army.”