Between the majestic buildings, two long trails that were more than ten meters long appeared on the busy street.
The durable warrior suit was already damaged as the knee areas of the suit already disappeared.
On the open area in front of the building, pedestrians were surprised as they looked at Qian Jin who was kowtowing.
Once, twice, three timesā¦
The sound of head hitting the ground was so loud that it sounded like a drum.
The smile on Qian Chengās face suddenly froze. He slowly raised his head and saw the young man who was kowtowing in front of him.
His eyes had gotten a lot worse, so he had to squint his eyes to see who it was.
āQianā¦ Qian Jinā¦ā
The smile on his face melted like the snow in the summer. The deep wrinkles quickly flattened as he raised his shaky arm from his legs where they were resting to touch Qian Jin who was looking up at him.
Qian Jin, it was Qian Jin.
Qian Chengās arms shook even more. āAm I dreaming again? How many times have I dreamt of my son coming back? In my dreams, my son who was depressed came back. He walked out of his awaken failure and become a true warrior! He came back to Qian Family again proudly.ā
The rough tree bark like hands lightly touched Qian Jinās face, and the warm sensation he felt told him that it was real.
āDadā¦ā
Qian Jin looked up at his father who was tying the horses onto a stone pillar by the gate. In just three years, Qian Jin felt like his father had aged for ten. Like knives and chisels, the time had carved out a series of deep wrinkles onto Qian Chengās face.
Qian Cheng really wanted to ask āIs that really you?ā
However, the connection between a father and a son told him so. Without wasting words, he knew it was his son when Qian Jin got close to him, he could tell with his eyes closed.
In this entire Zence Empire, except his son, no one else would kneel down in front of him, he was a groom after all.
In three years, no one can age that much if it was just physically tiring. But mental fatigueā¦
āBack so soon?ā Qian Chengās dry eyes got a little watery. His dry and thick hands full of calluses patted Qian Jinās shoulders as he asked: āStand up and let dad see. How were the past few years?ā
Qian Jin helped himself off of the ground by pushing his palms against the ground. Qian Cheng observed Qian Jin and nodded with a calm smile. After three years, Qian Jin got taller, and his body got bigger and bulkier, he was giving off a valiant sensation.
āGood, great.ā
Qian Cheng squinted his eyes and nodded repeatedly. As long as his son was going somewhere, as long as his son was happy, his sacrifices would be worth it.
Qian Jin had a lot of say, but he didnāt know where to start after he looked into his fatherās joyful expression.
āYou must be Uncle Qian Cheng. Iām Qian Jinās friend, Duren Burg.ā
āFanta Kunge.ā
āCech Flet.ā
The simple introductions, the vigorous presences; Qian Cheng got happier and happier. Although he stayed at Qian Family for his whole life and he wasnāt a warrior, he could still tell that these three young men were not ordinary.
āDad, Iām here to pick you up.ā Qian Jin squatted down as he grabbed onto Qian Chengās arms. āIām now a warrior at Torrent Battle Fort in Yulee City, and Iām also a student at Punitive Expedition War Academy. Iām already a good warriorā¦ā
āWhere is Qian Cheng? Quickly get me my horse. If you make me late, I will beat you to death! What? You have time to chitchat? Donāt forget your status.ā
An arrogant voice sounded from the building and disrupted Qian Jin.
Qian Jin looked up and saw a young man in a purple warrior suit. The tight suit drew out his muscular figure, and a meter long, twenty-centimeter wide sword was hanging by his waist.
This man was looked upwards, and he glanced at everyone else with his peripheral vision as if he was looked down at a bunch of ants.
This was a unique characteristic of Qian Family, and Qian Jin wasnāt unfamiliar with this. The powerful Elf King Bloodline was the honor that was imprinted into every Qian warriorās soul as the bloodline proved itself as time passed. This proudness and haughtiness were also engraved onto their bones.
Qian Ji
Qian Jin recognized this warrior. It was someone was in his age range. Wait, his name was no longer Qian Ji, it was Qian Wuji.
In this generation of warriors of Qian Family who had awakened the bloodline, the word Wu would be added to their name.
The slender black eyebrows, hook nose, flat forehead; Qian Wuji was giving off a sharp, blade-like sensation.
āHuh?ā Qian Wujiās thin and slender eyebrows jumped as he said, āIsnāt this Qian Jin? What? You canāt make a living for yourself out there and you have to come back to beg for food?ā
āCanāt make a living? Beg for food?ā Qian Jin laughed. This was the education that everyone in this powerful, almost invincible Elf King Bloodline Family, they were taught that the Qian Family was the best, and being a member and being able to serve the bloodline warriors of the family was a great honor.
āWhat are you laughing at?ā
Qian Wuji felt like his heart was whipped at when he saw the mocking smile on Qian Jinās face, he felt really uncomfortable.
He wasnāt unfamiliar with this expression. Qian Wuji stared at this expression and recalled. When they were the descendants of the branch families, and they would live close to each other on the exterior of Qian Family. And when he gathered other kids to beat Qian Li, Qian Jin would have this smile on his face when he passed by.
āReal men fight 1 v 1.ā
At that time, Qian Jinās words with his action beat him and his henchmen. When Qian Jin left them on the ground, he had the same kind of mocking smile.
Thatās right! The same smile! Qian Wuji squeezed his fists. This was the smile that he hated the most! After he became a bloodline warrior half a year ago, he received a lot of smiles like this from other Elf King Bloodline Warriors.
Disdain, scorn, mockery.
āOther bloodline warriors who are more talented than me looked down on meā¦ā Qian Wuji took a deep breath and looked at Qian Jin. āBut how can someone like you who hadnāt even awakened the bloodline look down on me as well? Where did you get the confidence?ā
āQian Cheng, why are you still squatting there? Do you want to get whipped?ā Qian Wuji suddenly shouted. āGet over here and kneel down so I can get onto the horse.ā
Qian Cheng quickly helped himself to stand up by pushing down on his knees. However, he felt Qian Jinās hands pressing down on his shoulders with force.
āGet over? Get whipped?ā Qian Jin looked up at Qian Wuji as well as the monster like Qian Familyās main building coldly. āSo this is the treatment my father is getting here.ā
āQian Family. This is the Qian Family, so I have to hold back. Although I can beat him, once a fight breaks outā¦ Iām here to take my father awayā¦ā
The best thing Qian Jin could do for his father was to take him out of here safely, and not start fights. Most of the things in this world were not worth bending backs and kneeling down for, but if it was about oneās parents, it would be worth it even if one was high-up.
āDad, donāt live here anymore.ā Qian Jin shook his head and said, āCome with me, letās live somewhere else.ā
Qian Wuji felt like his heart was struck hard when he saw Qian Jinās cold stare. His body shook subconsciously, but his Elf King Bloodline honors and pride forced himself to not take a step back and he slowly placed one of his feet that he lift up back down.
āGo?ā Qian Wuji felt very anxious. His walked forward and blocked the path that Qian Jin was planning to take to leave this place. āGo? Where do you think the Qian Family is? Do you think you can come and go as you wish? Qian Cheng is an old servant of Qian Family, why do you think you can take him away?ā
Qian Jin looked at Qian Wuji calmly. If this was another time, even if the location was still here, Qian Jin would beat the shit out of him without hesitation to teach him the consequences of being arrogant.
But taking his father away was the main objective today.
Qian Jin took a deep breath and said, āQian Wuji, if I recall, there is no provision that stops members of Qian Family from leaving.ā
āDonāt talk to me about rules and provisions.ā Qian Wuji opened his right palm and reached out as he said, āYouāre already not a member of Qian Family anymore, you donāt even qualify to talk to me about that. Qian Cheng, get your ass over hereā¦ā
Qian Wuji suddenly squeezed his right palm as he bent his fingers and formed a claw shape. As his strength and warrior power accelerated, his knuckles popped as it landed on Qian Chengās left shoulder.
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This strike was so powerful that even a thick wooden stick would be broke in half, let alone an ordinary personās bones.
Break Bone! Qian Wuji was mad at himself for almost committing to an action that would show his timidity when he saw Qian Jinās cold stare. Attack! Only attacking Qian Cheng and breaking his bones in front of Qian Jin would wash off that ashamedness that he felt at the moment.
āYou want to die?ā The anger that Qian Jin was holding back exploded. He couldnāt watch his father getting hit by someone.
Qian Jin was even more furious. As if lightning went through his body, his shoulders shook, and his arms suddenly rose. His palm flipped outwards like a poisonous snake and bit onto Qian Wujiās waist and dragged it down as if the snake spotted a rat.
At that moment, Qian Wujiās heart raced. In his eyes, Qian Jinās arm turned into a hungry snake! It was a Beast Fighting Technique, but it was more like a real beast! The original form where it wasnāt made into a fighting technique yet.