1349 Returning Home
Ji Minghui was Old Master Ji’s name. Very few people would mention his full name.
When Jian Ai heard this, she was a little surprised because she did not know that Old Master Ji had a son who had been missing for many years. To be precise, she did not know how many sons Old Master Ji had. She had only heard Ji Haoyu mention his two uncles.
“I see. No wonder you saved Grandpa Ji,” Jian Ai muttered.
“Although I’ve been away from home for many years, I’ve been paying attention to the situation at home. My father is already old. He was not in good health because he was busy with the company in the past,” Ji Yansong said.
Jian Ai looked at Ji Yansong and wanted to say something but hesitated. In fact, she wanted to ask Ji Yansong why he left the Ji family. Although he was from the ancient sect, everyone else was still living like normal people, except Ji Yansong.
He lived in such a deep mountain forest with a little girl. He even saved Old Master Ji on the mountain opposite the Ji residence and did not step into the Ji family.
Looking at Jian Ai’s expression, Ji Yansong only sighed and said, “At that time, I wanted to cultivate the Mysterious Underworld Technique. This is an extremely profound mental cultivation technique in our ancient sect. Only the previous High Priests could inherit it.”
“Cultivating the Mysterious Underworld Technique requires peace and quiet the most, as well as the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I couldn’t let the hustle and bustle of the city and the complicated mortal matters distract me, so I left.”
Ji Yansong spoke simply, but he did not mention the difficulty of making a choice. There were also many factors that were irresistible.
Because of the power of the Mysterious Underworld Technique, Ji Yansong told himself that he had to master it. He had indeed achieved something, which was why he was able to snatch Old Master Ji back from the Grim Reaper.
Jian Ai nodded slightly. Seeing that Ji Yansong was unwilling to mention further, she didn’t continue to ask.
However, at this moment, Ji Yansong suddenly looked at Jian Ai and slowly asked, “Sect Master, do you know Haoyu and Haoxue?”
Jian Ai was stunned for a moment before nodding. “I know Ji Haoyu and Haoxue. Haoxue and I are from the same school.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ai realized something and immediately revealed a shocked expression. “Uncle Ji… Don’t tell me you’re… their father?”
Even Jian Ai was shocked when she heard this. She had always thought that Ji Haoyu’s father had passed away.
Ji Yansong nodded, and an obscure look filled his eyes.
His disappearance was sudden. Perhaps others thought he was carefree, but only he knew how sorry he was when he left. It was not that kind of sorry state, but a sorry state in his heart.
As a father, he had never defended himself by leaving his children behind.
Over the years, the identity he felt the most guilty about was him as a father.
With Ji Yansong’s reaction, Jian Ai knew she had guessed correctly. The High Priest was Ji Haoyu and Ji Haoxue’s father…
If she really got together with Ji Haoyu, wouldn’t that be…
“Uncle Ji, haven’t you seen them for so many years?” Jian Ai asked carefully.
However, Ji Yansong only shook his head and said in a deep voice, “The time is not ripe yet.”
Jian Ai nodded. He had also said just now that cultivating the Mysterious Underworld Technique required peace and quiet the most. He naturally could not miss his children too much. It must be painful for him to hold back this longing.
…
In the Norwegian forest.
The dense branches were born wantonly in strange shapes. What greeted their eyes were a patch of green brambles and hundreds of plants that they could not name.
Birds and insects chirped in the forest, and it was filled with vitality.
Suddenly, a flustered figure suddenly darted out, scaring the birds on the trees until they scattered, breaking the silence of the forest.
The figure ran wildly, passing through the forest filled with obstacles. However, one could see his panic. From time to time, he would look back, showing that something terrifying was chasing after him.
His chaotic breathing filled the nervousness. The figure seemed to run on a road with no end. There was no goal, no end. There was only one thought in his mind—to keep running!
At this moment, a whoosh suddenly sounded in the forest. The sound was swift and short, as if something had passed through the air and made a sound.
The quiet leaves swayed, and the person who was still running fell straight down.
No one knew what had happened. Everything was like a magic trick. It started in a panic and ended in the blink of an eye.
A fist-sized hole had pierced through the fallen person’s back to his chest, but there was no murder weapon around him. The hole seemed to have appeared out of thin air, or… pierced through by air?
…
After recuperating for almost half a month, Jian Ai received Ji Yansong’s permission to leave.
Before leaving, Ji Yansong said to Jian Ai, “Don’t tell the Ji family about me for the time being, especially Haoyu and Haoxue.”
Jian Ai understood what Ji Yansong meant and naturally wouldn’t say anything. She immediately nodded. “Don’t worry, Uncle Ji. I’ll keep it a secret.”
As such, Ji Yansong instructed Jian Ai on some things before sending her to the nearest city airport.
Only then did Jian Ai know that Ji Yansong had always lived in a country not far from China. If he wanted to return to China, he could enter the country by plane in a few hours.
In less than half a day, Jian Ai stepped onto the ground of Baiyun City again.
The cold wind was bleak. At this moment, it was already winter in Baiyun City. The prosperous city was wrapped in silver and beautiful with colorful neon lights.
“Boss!”
As soon as she left the airport lobby, Bai Zhou, who came to pick her up, quickly waved his hand and shouted. Jian Ai couldn’t help but smile when she saw him and quickly went up to him.
“You’re finally back. How’s your body?” As soon as they met, Bai Zhou asked about Jian Ai’s health.
Jian Ai smiled and nodded. “I’ve almost recovered. Don’t worry.”
However, after this farewell, Jian Ai felt that a long time had passed. Looking at Bai Zhou, she could tell that he had changed.
“You’ve lost weight,” Jian Ai said bluntly.
When Bai Zhou heard this, he couldn’t help but nod. “Indeed. Let’s go back quickly. Everyone is waiting for you.”
Now that everyone had successfully completed their missions, they had long returned to Baiyun City to meet up and wait for the next step of the plan.
Without going home, Jian Ai followed Bai Zhou back to his apartment.
When everyone saw Jian Ai, they quickly surrounded her with concern, especially those who had never seen Jian Ai use the power of blood.
Fortunately, Jian Ai looked fine. After comforting her, everyone was relieved.
Jian Ai looked at everyone present. Ye Liushang and the twelfth were still nowhere to be seen.
“Did Ye Liushang finish the target?” Jian Ai looked at Bai Zhou and asked.
Bai Zhou nodded. “Yes. Other than Lei, who begged for mercy, the rest of the targets are dead.”
