Jun Mo Xie was leisurely seated with his Third Uncle, chatting about mundane matters, when a servant entered hurriedly and bowed.
"Third Master, Mu Xue Tong has accompanied an elderly gentleman who claims to be the Sixth Elder of the Silver Blizzard City. He wishes to meet you. Shall we send them in?"
The words fell like a pebble into still waters, sending ripples across the atmosphere of the room.
After his last visit, Jun Wu Yi had already told the servants that Mu Xue Tong was to be treated like a sworn brother of the Jun Family. Unless he arrived with hostile company, none should obstruct him.
Yet this time, he had arrived not alone, but with one of the Silver Blizzard City's Six Elders!
Jun Wu Yi and Jun Mo Xie exchanged glances. The first instinct was to welcome Mu Xue Tong with open hearts. But the mention of Sixth Elder instantly shifted their expressions.
Countless calculations flashed across their minds in an instant.
Jun Wu Yi's brow furrowed, his facial muscles twitching faintly as he sank into thought. Meanwhile, Jun Mo Xie's eyes narrowed slightly, doubt flickering beneath his calm exterior.
"Third Uncle," Jun Mo Xie's voice was low, steady, and filled with hidden sharpness, "the Sixth Elder is a Spirit Xuan master. He will see through your recovery. We won't be able to hide it. Do you wish for me to… intervene?"
His tone carried both arrogance and confidence, as though he truly could weave illusions even against a Spirit Xuan's piercing sight.
Jun Wu Yi slowly shook his head. His eyes gleamed faintly, though his face was calm. "There is nothing to hide. Sooner or later, the world will know. And if it is known, let it be known. Not all consequences are bitter. Think of your aunt Yao who has waited all these years in despair. If Mu Xue Tong were to carry this news back to her, imagine the joy it would bring after ten years of sorrow."
As he spoke, Jun Wu Yi's face softened. That calm, battle-hardened warrior suddenly revealed a gentleness rare as starlight on a frozen night. His gaze drifted into the distance, as though piercing through walls and mountains, seeking the image of a woman who was waiting silently, her heart bound to his.
Jun Mo Xie fell silent. He did not tease, nor mock. Even with his keen, mischievous nature, he understood the weight of this longing, this ache that ten years of helplessness had carved into his uncle's soul. He merely sighed inwardly.
"Invite them in." Jun Wu Yi's tone regained its authority, though faint reluctance lingered within it.
He wheeled himself forward, heading toward the courtyard to greet the visitors personally.
The autumn sun slanted low, painting long shadows across the Jun estate.
"Ha ha, Brother Wu Yi, we meet again!" Mu Xue Tong's laughter was warm, his presence like a mountain breeze. But as he stepped into the courtyard, his eyes made a subtle gesture, a flicker, quick as lightning, toward Jun Wu Yi.
It was a warning.
Jun Wu Yi's heart trembled faintly, but his face remained firm. He cupped his hands respectfully, voice steady. "The Sixth Elder himself has come to visit. This humble Wu Yi is honored. How may I be of assistance?"
The Sixth Elder stepped forward, his figure tall and thin, robes fluttering as though in defiance of the wind. His gaze swept Jun Wu Yi from head to toe, sharp and oppressive.
"You are Jun Wu Yi?"
His voice was calm, not loud, but carried the weight of an immovable mountain, majestic, heavy, leaving no room for resistance.
"Yes, I am," Jun Wu Yi replied with neither arrogance nor humility. His lips curved in a faint smile, yet his eyes glimmered with pride.
"Good. Good." The Sixth Elder's eyes flashed. "Not yet forty, yet already at the Sky Xuan realm. Rare. Very rare."
His voice deepened, cold light piercing forth. "I had heard you were crippled, poisoned, unable to cultivate further… Yet here you stand, your strength rising again. Recovering at astonishing speed, are you not?"
His words sliced like blades.
Jun Mo Xie, standing silently by his uncle's side, sneered inwardly. 'As expected. A Spirit Xuan's eyes are not so easily deceived.'
Even Mu Xue Tong could not suppress his surprise. His head snapped toward Jun Wu Yi, eyes wide, waiting for an explanation.
Jun Wu Yi's smile did not falter, though a flicker of cold light shone deep in his eyes. "Indeed, Elder. This Wu Yi has been fortunate. The toxicity that plagued me has been purged by Heaven's mercy. But as you can see, my legs are still crippled. I cannot walk without aid. Ten years of life stolen from me... ten years of pain that no one can imagine. That bitterness will never fade."
His words were spoken lightly, almost casually, but each syllable dripped with restrained fury, with resentment honed sharp over a decade of suffering.
The Sixth Elder's eyes narrowed, then suddenly softened. His expression turned inscrutable, as though weighing countless thoughts in silence. Finally, he let out a long sigh. "Ah… Heaven favors the worthy, and the gods shelter their beloved. Your recovery is a matter worth celebrating."
Jun Wu Yi cupped his hands again, bowing politely. "Thank you for your kind words, Elder."
His tone shifted, smooth as flowing water. "Shall we take this conversation over tea?"
Jun Mo Xie silently pushed the wheelchair forward, his movements smooth, respectful, and without a sound.
The Sixth Elder's gaze suddenly shifted. His eyes were deep, glimmering with unfathomable light, fell upon Jun Mo Xie. For a moment, an indescribable expression flashed across that aged face. It was a mixture of curiosity, scrutiny, and perhaps a trace of something darker.
"Isn't this… the only son of your eldest brother, Jun Wu Hui?"
The words seemed casual, but they cut straight into the marrow of the Jun Family's deepest wound.
"Yes." Jun Wu Yi's reply was calm, but the brief flicker of pain in his eyes betrayed the weight of grief he carried. "He is my elder brother's only son fortunate enough to survive… and the sole descendant of the Jun Family's bloodline."
The phrase fortunate enough to survive hung in the air like a blade unsheathed. Though spoken in a dull, restrained manner, it carried a profound sorrow that no outsider could fully comprehend.
The Sixth Elder's brows shifted slightly. He could not grasp the entire meaning behind those simple words, but the heaviness of that statement struck even him. I
n the tone of Jun Wu Yi, he could faintly sense the echoes of a family's tragedies, a history of blood and loss buried deep beneath polite words.
"Ha ha, the sole heir of a bloodline is often… very seriously pampered, ha ha!" The Sixth Elder's laughter was gentle, the sound smooth like flowing water, yet it carried a faint sharpness at the edges. "I see he carries a fine and cultivated bearing. Truly, the Jun Family must be proud of such a descendant."
Jun Wu Yi only smiled faintly, saying nothing more.
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