Chapter Twenty-Five: Persistence and Strength

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“Crown Prince, where are you?” As soon as Jin Di and the others departed, Han Tianyue’s thoughts turned to the Crown Prince. “Let’s set out!” he said.

Mao Xuanzi, Fang Zhe, and Feng Shang nodded in agreement.

Qing Feng, seeing Feng Shang nod, hurriedly nodded as well.

They continued eastward, traveling from day into night, and then from night back into day. Everyone had grown accustomed to this relentless journey.

On this particular day, the sky was shrouded in heavy clouds, thunder and lightning crackled, and rain poured down in torrents. Han Tianyue and his companions had no choice but to seek shelter in a dilapidated temple.

A gust of wind swept by, causing rainwater dripping from the eaves to splash onto Han Tianyue’s face. Instantly, the rain turned into icy beads that slid down his cheeks. Ever since the mutation of the icy core within his soul that night, Han Tianyue felt that anything touching him would freeze.

Taking advantage of the rain, Han Tianyue condensed an ice blade. Amidst its crystalline clarity, a trace of black appeared, leaving Han Tianyue troubled. “What’s happening?” he wondered.

Inside the ruined temple, Qing Feng circled around Feng Shang, who was so irritated he wished he could punch Qing Feng’s head, but since she was a girl, he restrained himself.

At that moment, a man dashed in from the rain, glanced at Han Tianyue under the eaves, nodded with a smile, and hurried into the temple. Seeing the others, he greeted each one before sitting down.

He couldn’t strike a girl, but a man was different. In a fit of annoyance, Feng Shang sent a gust of windstorm toward the man, instantly blowing him away.

Not long after, the man returned.

After glancing at them again, he laughed, “The wind today is so strange—it blew me hundreds of meters away!”

Feng Shang sneered, “Let’s try another!”

Once again, the man was swept away.

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Soon after, the man returned, laughing, “This time the wind was much weaker—it only blew me a hundred meters!”

Hearing this, Feng Shang’s face turned pale. He shouted, “Damn!” and sent a vortex windstorm at the man.

Afterward, the man never returned.

“Dare to say my windstorm is weak?” Feng Shang snorted coldly.

Fang Zhe walked up to Feng Shang and said, “You shouldn’t act so recklessly!”

Feng Shang glared fiercely at Qing Feng.

Qing Feng smiled, “Big Brother Feng Shang is amazing!”

Feng Shang shook his head, unwilling to say more.

As dusk approached, a figure staggered through the rain toward the temple. When the figure arrived, Han Tianyue was shocked to see it was the same man.

He crawled into the temple, exhausted and panting, yet still managed to smile at Feng Shang, Mao Xuanzi, Fang Zhe, and Qing Feng. “You’re still here! That wind was so strong—it blew me a thousand meters away!”

Everyone exchanged glances at his persistence, marveling at his determination to return.

Han Tianyue stepped forward and asked, “What’s your name?”

The man smiled, “Just call me Xiao Liu!”

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“Xiao Liu, you shouldn’t be so persistent,” Han Tianyue said coldly.

Xiao Liu replied, “I told my grandfather, where there’s wonder, I cannot give up my persistence!”

“So you’re that old man’s grandson!” Han Tianyue realized, squatting down before the man. “Since you believe in wonders, then we shall be your wonder!”

“Icy World!” In an instant, the entire ruined temple was transformed into a realm of ice.

Xiao Liu stared at Han Tianyue in awe.

Feng Shang stepped forward. “The upgraded version of my windstorm: Vortex Windstorm!”

The surrounding winds surged, lifting Xiao Liu into the air within the vortex.

“A miracle! It’s truly a miracle!” Xiao Liu cried out in amazement.

“The miracle has appeared. You should return and visit your grandfather. He loves you dearly and misses you greatly,” Han Tianyue said. With that, Feng Shang directed the vortex windstorm toward the old man’s location, sending Xiao Liu along with it—he never returned.

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