Chapter 826 – Are You My Master or Dad? (Part 3)
“Li Xiaowei?” The Guard on duty scanned the House Servant and the convoy behind him with a suspicious gaze, feeling uncertain. He hesitated and said, “I’ve never heard of Li Xiaowei having relatives… Please wait here a moment; I’ll send someone to report to him.”
Upon hearing the first part of his sentence, the House Servant thought he was going to face rejection, but surprisingly, the Guard was somewhat reasonable and willing to help.
He was immensely grateful and bowed, sincerely saying, “Thank you very much, big brother.”
The Guard let out a light scoff, accepting the gesture.
“Wait here; Li Xiaowei isn’t someone you can meet easily, so you’ll have to wait a bit.”
The Guard stated this upfront to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.
The House Servant quickly replied, “No problem, no problem! As long as I can see that General, waiting a little longer is no bother at all.”
Guarding the city wasn’t under Li Yun’s jurisdiction, so the Guard could only relay messages step by step, having to take a lengthy detour in the process.
By the time Li Yun received the news, he had already been asleep for a while.
“Relatives?”
As a martial artist, Li Yun maintained a habit of light sleep, waking with any commotion outside.
Upon hearing that someone was relaying news about relatives outside the city, he was momentarily stunned, thinking he was dreaming.
Where did he get any relatives?
Li Yun’s reaction was misunderstood by his subordinate, who was somewhat angry. “Could it be the people down there are messing with us?”
What time was it? Running around at night disturbing someone’s sweet dreams was indeed a bit excessive.
Hearing his subordinate, Li Yun waved his hand, got up, and put on his outer garment, casually saying, “Let’s go take a look.”
The subordinate was taken aback; could it be that the people outside really were Li Xiaowei’s relatives?
It was the middle of the night, and aside from the patrolling Guards, there were hardly any other figures outside. Li Yun rode his horse towards the city gate.
The Guard on duty saw Li Yun and suppressed his excitement, fearfully saluting.
Although Li Yun was a young lad, he was handsome and skilled in battle, with an unlimited future ahead of him.
For these Guards, they were fans of Li Yun; he was their idol.
Standing at the city gate, exposed to wind and rain, who wouldn’t be thrilled at the chance to speak face-to-face with their idol?
Li Yun leaped off his horse, casually flicking the reins and coldly asked, “Where are they?”
Jiang Pengji and the others had advised Li Yun to be taciturn in front of outsiders to maintain his authority.
Li Yun felt this was wise, generally restraining his urge to speak, gradually establishing a public image of being taciturn and cold.
The Guard quickly followed Li Yun, slightly bowing his head and respectfully saying, “Those people are still waiting outside the city.”
Li Yun took out his token and ordered, “Open the city gate.”
The massive, heavy gates opened just wide enough for a person, and flickering candlelight seeped through the crack.
Li Yun’s shadow elongated, casting a dark silhouette on the ground.
Not far away, a young boy dressed as a House Servant was looking around. Upon seeing Li Yun, his eyes brightened immediately.
Looking at his appearance, demeanor, and height… if thrown in a crowd, he would undoubtedly be the center of attention. This was surely the person he was looking for.
To ensure Li Yun’s safety, a team of Guards followed behind him, but the House Servant rushed forward, only to be intercepted by the Guards.
Li Yun waved his hand, “It’s fine; let him step forward to speak.”
The House Servant felt as though a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, calming his earlier excitement considerably.
Li Yun asked him, “You say your master is my relative?”
As he asked, Li Yun examined the House Servant closely.
Though he was a House Servant, he dressed better than the average wealthy common folk.
Li Yun couldn’t recall having any such distinguished relative.
He had only ever depended on his master on the mountain, and he hadn’t even seen his nominal foster parents more than a few times—how could he possibly have relatives?
Just as the House Servant was about to speak, he heard a soft snort that echoed clearly in his ears, almost like it was whispering right next to him.
Upon hearing that voice, Li Yun’s first reaction was, “The person is an inner family expert,” and his second reaction was overwhelming excitement, nearly bringing him to tears.
“After over two years, my disciple has grown quite impressive.”
Those words seemed like a reprimand, yet there was an undeniable gentleness and joy in the tone.
Li Yun almost forgot to speak with overwhelming emotions until Xie Qian stepped down from the carriage after finishing his sentence, bringing him back to reality.
Li Yun hurriedly strode forward, falling to his knees, and bowed, “Master, your disciple is unfilial and has not come to welcome you.”
The newcomer was none other than Li Yun’s revered master—Xie Qian.
Years ago, Xie Qian had failed to assassinate the Empress of Zhong Zhao, dragging along his good buddy, the Confucian sage Wan Xuan, as they fled for their lives.
Eluding the imperial edict thanks to his rich experience as a veteran, Xie Qian and his group quickly escaped Zhong Zhao.
With Chenzhou currently embroiled in fierce battles, Xie Qian worried about being caught up in the turmoil and had to take a long detour back to Wanzhou.
After inquiring a bit, he found out where Li Yun was based, but unfortunately, by the time he reached the city gates, they were already locked.
“Get up; you’re not a child anymore. Looking all tearful for outsiders to see diminishes your reputation.”
Xie Qian helped Li Yun up, and in the light of the torch, others noticed the five similarities between Li Yun’s and Xie Qian’s profiles.
Li Yun was youthful, with still-babyish features; however, after experiencing numerous battles, he now possessed the aura of a general.
Xie Qian was mature and steady, showing some wear on his face, and his calm eyes resembled a deep, still pond, adding to his allure.
Anyone with eyes could easily guess they were related.
Li Yun sniffed and, finally realizing he was being watched, felt a flush of embarrassment as he noticed his master was accompanied by a strange Middle-aged Man, with streaks of gray at his temples, exuding an elegant and scholarly air. Such a demeanor was something Li Yun had only seen in a few esteemed teachers.
Clearly, this Middle-aged Man wasn’t ordinary; his family background was undoubtedly impressive.
The Middle-aged Man was indeed the esteemed scholar Wan Xuan, courtesy name Changzhai.
He took a look at Li Yun, and Li Yun obediently bowed, addressing him as “Senior.”
Wan Xuan nodded in satisfaction, stroking his beard with a smile, “You do resemble a bit of what you were like when you were young.”
Xie Qian focused on both literature and martial arts, appearing like a lean scholar at first glance, but his true fighting prowess was only revealed once he engaged in battle.
However, Li Yun didn’t carry any scholarly air; his lean and tall frame made him resemble a spear, proclaiming him as a martial artist at first glance.
With Wan Xuan’s words, Li Yun’s eyes spun around as he suppressed a question on the verge of spilling out.
What exactly was the relationship between him and his master?
