Chapter Twenty-Three Where Did It Come From?

Chapter Twenty-Three Where Did It Come From?

In fact, the answer was already clear when Yang Xiaoyun asked the question.

Without waiting for Su Mo to speak, she continued, "I heard something."

"Hmm?"

"Wei Ruhan actually doesn't want to hand over the position of Grand Leader to anyone."

Yang Xiaoyun said, "Wei Ruhan originally had three sons. The eldest son, Wei Qifeng, was killed during a fight by the Heng River and his body was thrown into the river. Wei Ruhan searched for three years but never found the body.

"The second son, Wei Qixiong, apprenticed himself to the Yin-Yang Guest from a young age. To practice the Yin-Yang Great Disk, he ventured alone into the far north, deep into the ten-thousand-mile ice fields. He's been gone for twenty-three years and hasn't returned... it's likely he met with misfortune.

"The youngest son was born mentally impaired and raised at home. We thought he would live without any trouble, but he ended up choking to death on an egg.

"Therefore, the Wei family almost lost their lineage. However, what most people don't know is that Wei Qifeng had a daughter before he died."

Su Mo was somewhat surprised. "Wei Ruhan has a granddaughter?"

Although Wei Ruhan treated the fate of his sons as a taboo subject, rarely mentioned in Sunset City, Su Mo had still heard rumors.

However, he had never heard anything about this granddaughter.

"Not only does he have a granddaughter, but she was apprenticed to the Third Palace Master of Cold Moon Palace from a young age and learned exceptional martial arts. She recently returned to Sunset City secretly and moved into the City Lord's Mansion."

"Do you mean to say that this incident was orchestrated by this princess?"

"It's hard to say."

Yang Xiaoyun gently shook her head. "The position of City Lord of Sunset City and Grand Leader of Fallen Phoenix Alliance is a tremendous wealth and power. I doubt anyone would willingly give it up. However, involving others in this situation without cause is truly unpleasant."

"Such is the nature of the martial world; it leaves no room for choice."

Su Mo sighed.

"That's right."

Yang Xiaoyun looked at Su Mo and suddenly smiled. "But you've impressed me. Your insight and knowledge are far beyond what they used to be. If Uncle Su knew, he would be relieved."

At this, both fell silent.

When they resumed speaking, it was about martial arts again.

Su Mo had arrived in the morning and left around noon.

Yang Xiaoyun wanted to invite him to stay for a meal, but Su Mo insisted on leaving, so she reluctantly let him go.

Finally, Yang Xiaoyun escorted Su Mo all the way to the gate of Iron Blood Escort Agency, repeatedly urging him to visit again if he had free time.

Cloud-Catching Hand Xu Ruoshen stood nearby, hesitating to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

...

...

In the study!

Amidst the rising smoke, Yang Yizhi sat upright behind the desk, holding a book in his hands.

As footsteps approached, Cloud-Catching Hand Xu Ruoshen entered.

"Chief Escort."

He clasped his hands.

Yang Yizhi did not look up from his book, merely saying softly, "He's gone?"

"Gone."

"Did you talk?"

"Miss Yang was always by his side, so I couldn't bring it up."

Yang Yizhi nodded slightly. "Then we'll talk next time."

"Yes."

Xu Ruoshen frowned. "During this period, Young Master Wu came to visit."

"And then?"

"Miss told him to come back in ten years."

Yang Yizhi's lips twitched, and he looked out the window. "Has he left?"

"He's waiting outside the escort agency."

Yang Yizhi turned to look at Xu Ruoshen.

Xu Ruoshen stood silently.

"Eventually, they will meet, sooner or later. Don't interfere too much in their affairs. Go now."

"Yes."

Xu Ruoshen acknowledged and turned to leave.

Yang Yizhi sat silently behind the table for a while, then put down the book in his hand.

...

...

After leaving the Iron Blood Escort Agency, Su Mo did not go straight home.

It was nearly noon, so he decided to eat something outside.

Although Uncle Fu wasn't overly particular about food, every time he cooked for Su Mo, he worked hard.

He probably thought Su Mo would have lunch at the Iron Blood Escort Agency, so it was best to let the old man enjoy a moment of leisure.

He casually found a wonton stall and ordered a bowl of wontons.

Before he could speak, someone had already sat down opposite him.

"Are you Su Mo?"

The person spoke with a neutral tone, his gaze slightly scrutinizing.

Su Mo glanced at the person—a young man in his early twenties, with his hair tied up by a jade hairpin. He should have been handsome, but there were several unhealed bruises on his face, one eye socket still bruised blue.

The sight of his face made Su Mo pause momentarily, and he couldn't help but remark, "Yang Xiaoyun really hit hard."

Perhaps the comment struck a nerve, as the young man subconsciously nodded and touched the bruise on his face. "Yes, she was too harsh, especially aiming for my face..."

Su Mo remained silent.

Wu Chenfeng also fell silent.

But the silence didn't last long before he slapped the table. "Owner, bring me a bowl of wontons."

Then he looked at Su Mo. "I'll treat you!"

"Suit yourself."

Su Mo shrugged, indifferent.

Two bowls of wontons were served one after another, and the two men ate without much conversation.

In a short while, both bowls were empty.

Wu Chenfeng stood up first. "Follow me."

He turned and walked away.

Su Mo didn't hesitate and followed towards the escort agency.

Wu Chenfeng walked for a while before realizing there were no footsteps behind him. He turned back to see that Su Mo was almost out of sight.

Surprised, he quickly caught up, leaping a few times to reach Su Mo's side. "Wait!"

Su Mo stopped and turned around, smiling. "Forgot to thank Master Wu for the generous meal?"

"... I told you to follow me!?"

"Did I agree?"

"... No."

"There you go."

"..."

Wu Chenfeng grew furious. "Are you playing with me?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Su Mo shook his head. "The son of the deputy city lord of Sunset City is our young city lord. I'm just the head of a declining escort agency; how could I dare play with you?"

"Fine... The whole Sunset City is talking about you, saying you're a wastrel, incapable of improvement. But I didn't expect you to be someone with guts."

Wu Chenfeng laughed. "Since that's the case, let's cut to the chase. Let's have a match. If I win, you go to the Yang family and break off the engagement. If you win, wherever you and Yang Xiaoyun are, I'll stay away!"

Su Mo looked Wu Chenfeng up and down, then lightly shook his head. "Goodbye."

He turned and started walking away.

Wu Chenfeng was taken aback and hurriedly reached out to grab Su Mo's shoulder. "Wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Mo's shoulder shook slightly, and a powerful force burst forth, throwing Wu Chenfeng across the street.

He flew swiftly, landing inside a nearby restaurant.

Several young men were drinking and chatting when Wu Chenfeng flew through the window, landing in an empty seat at their table.

They all froze, then recognized him and exclaimed in surprise:

"Brother Wu, where did you come from?"

Wu Chenfeng: "..."

As Wu Chenfeng sat there in confusion, unsure how to explain, a pair of eyes watched the scene from a hidden spot on the street, filled with astonishment.