Chapter 2942 - 126: The Good One Returns (Part 3)

So vibrant, so powerful, so full of vitality!

"Who pinched my butt!"

Jiang Wang shouted loudly, and the crowd by the bedside scattered like birds and beasts.

In an instant, some stood, some sat, all maintaining propriety.

Naturally, no one would admit to pinching the esteemed Marquis Wu’an’s rear.

With his spiritual sense not yet recovered, Marquis Jiang had to endure it and reluctantly asked: "How is it outside?"

Amidst the chaotic answers from the crowd, he finally learned that he had slept for a whole day and night.

The news of his return from the Demon clan’s territory had not yet spread.

Those who rushed to the Monster Realm now learned of the news the instant Yuheng Star shone. Either they had a True Monarch in the family, or had channels to access news of True Monarchs.

And the Wunan Battlefield had officially become a thing of the past.

The life-and-death struggle of thirteen Absolute Summit warriors directly turned the Wunan Battlefield into a state of chaos.

For at least a hundred years, South Celestial City and Wu An City can only confront each other across the chaos, with no possibility of contact.

The demon clan’s Xuan South Duke was killed, and Shi Anxuan was severely injured.

On the human side, Lu Yandu and Yuwen Guo were both seriously wounded, with Jiang Mengxiong bearing the brunt of several Heavenly Demons’ attacks, forcibly killing Xuan South Duke, and being the most severely injured.

"Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me!"

The wealthy Marquis of Bowang loudly called out by the bedside: "You’ve seen enough, you’ve touched enough, Jiang Qingyang is indeed unharmed. But since he’s finally back, shouldn’t we let him rest for a while and refrain from disturbing further?"

These were sensible words, and the crowd reluctantly started walking out.

Outside the door, Zhao Rucheng suddenly became alert: "That’s a sensible suggestion, but why aren’t you leaving?"

Zhongxuan Sheng wrapped his wide sleeves and reasonably said: "Tonight, we shall sleep shoulder to shoulder, so I can take care of him closely."

Zhao Rucheng angrily squeezed back: "He’s my third brother, why would he sleep shoulder to shoulder with you!"

Zuo Guangshu also shouted anxiously: "He’s my sworn brother, we should sleep together too!"

Bai Yuxia came out to mediate: "My lord only has two feet, how can he sleep shoulder to shoulder with so many? Perhaps everyone should return first, let him rest well, and then visit one by one!"

Bang!

The Daqi Marquis Wu’an smashed the bedside teacup: "Bai Yuxia, what the hell are you talking about! Visit what! Who do you take me for!"

The crowd laughed and dispersed, and the noisy room quickly fell silent.

Bai Yuxia sent off the crowd, walked in, silently cleaned up the broken cup, and said: "Miss Ye from Lingxiao Pavilion comes to Wu An City once every seven days. You returned the day before she departed, just missing her."

Marquis Wu’an said nothing, so he continued to chat: "I notice Miss Ye seems very attentive to you, and even takes care of the brothers. Everyone in our guards received an inner armor, a puppet, and three life-saving talismans..."

Seeing Jiang Wang seemingly asleep, he involuntarily raised his voice: "Marquis?"

Jiang Wang slightly closed his eyes and softly said: "Noted."

Bai Yuxia also went out the door.

The room was so quiet you could hear the candle flame crackle.

Only then did Jiang Wang suddenly remember something, and after searching through his Storage Box, he took out a pale green scroll tied with cloud threads.

Gently touching the cloud thread, the scroll opened before his eyes.

On it, elegant handwriting appeared line by line, then disappeared line by line again.

What once seemed unreachable, now seemed unable to manifest, anxiously huddled together—

Are you there?

Are you alright?

Are you cold?

Do you want to eat?

How is the scenery in the Monster Realm?

Where have you reached?

Do not worry. I will take good care of An’an.

Do not worry. Everything is as it was.

Do not worry. The old friends are well.

Do not worry, I also have no concerns.

Seeking advice from your excellency on Dao Technique.

A small question on swordsmanship, seeking leisure for advice.

Do not worry. Do not worry...

This was the letter Ye Qingyu once gifted at the Yellow River Gathering.

This was five months and seventeen days of dense, unceasing thoughts.