C42 They Left(last part)

Moo Wanrong's voice was filled with bitterness, but she did not hide anything. She told him everything.

Chen Fann did not care about it at all. He knew that what Moo Wanrong said was the truth. Although he could barely protect himself now, he still could not withstand a single blow from the truly powerful person.

The Martial Cultivation was not something that could be completed in a day or two. Chen Fann still had a long road ahead of him. Moo Wanrong also had a long road ahead of her.

"Then, we will meet again in Xuanjing after today!"

After drinking the last cup of wine, Moo Wanrong took out an ancient zither and played a song for Chen Fann in the pavilion as a farewell.

"Ding…"

The sound of the zither was like the sound of spring water. The sound of the zither was ear-splitting, and the lingering echoes lingered on the air, causing birds to stop for a long time, unable to bear to leave.

The sound of the zither was beautiful and ethereal, like a lonely orchid blooming in the valley.

However, it was different for Chen Fann.

He could hear unwillingness and struggle in the zither music. The killing intent was reckless!

This was exactly like Chen Fann's life. Because of his unwillingness, he chose to struggle with his life on the line, determined to walk the path of the Peak Of The Martial.

Even if he might die in this path.

But so what?

He fought and struggled for it, so he had no regrets!

Accompanied by the sound of the zither, Chen Fann cupped his fists and bowed to Moo Wanrong. The zither song that was specially given to him expressed Chen Fann's heart.

With a wave of his sleeve, Chen Fann stood with his hands behind his back.

"When I go to Xuanjing, I will know that there are countless dangers and thorns everywhere. However, I will keep my promise to the Martial Warriors. I have no other choice but to fight to the end, to reach the Peak Of The Martial!"

Chen Fann's eyes lit up as if he had found something. He continued to say, "In this life, Chen will definitely carry the honor of a warrior, take the heads of all his enemies, and travel ten thousand miles to the far end. He will advance bravely and step on the waves!"

At this moment, the music had reached its peak. Accompanied by Chen Fann's firm and proud voice, hundreds of birds slowly gathered in the air, admiring the elegance of the zither music. At the same time, they were also shocked by Chen Fann's determination.

"When I go, I will have no regrets!"

As the zither music faded, Chen Fann looked deeply at Moo Wanrong and bid farewell!

At the same time, the birds in the sky dispersed. The breeze in the garden seemed to be telling the story of what had happened before.

The clouds in the sky were still as they were before, but something unusual seemed to have happened.

A soul that did not belong to this world, a peerless Martial Mania, had made a promise in this place!

As he slowly walked out of Qingyang City, Jiuzhou Continent welcomed a proud youth.

At the same time, the spies that the Lee Family had secretly arranged had also seen all of this. The entire Qingyang City had changed as Chen Fann left.

When Lee Dingtian received the news, he immediately left. His eyes were filled with hatred and determination to kill. He rushed out of the city to chase after Chen Fann.

At this moment, Chen Fann, who had already arrived outside the city, turned around and looked at the dark clouds in the distance. The corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile.

"Lee Dingtian, you might only have this much skill. How could I fall twice in the same lap?"