"Old man, Uncle, the follow-up matters will be left to you to handle!" Yang Feilong said, tossing out a small sword.
"What is this?" Han Zhengtang asked, puzzled.
"This is the array base I refined. Even if I'm not present, you can control this formation by manipulating this small sword!" Yang Feilong explained, then gave Han Zhengtang a simple explanation of the formation.
This formation was remarkably similar to the Han family's formation, so Han Zhengtang quickly grasped it.
"Nephew, where are you planning to go next?" Han Zhengtang inquired.
"I'm going to find Xiao Yun." Yang Feilong waved his hand. Hearing this, Han Zhengtang smiled and said, "Then go ahead!"
He could see that Yang Feilong wasn't as cold-blooded as he appeared. His desire to find his daughter at this moment implicitly showed how important she was in Yang Feilong's heart. After all, seeking his daughter now was a testament to her ability to bring Yang Feilong solace.
This brought him more joy than annihilating the Lin family.
Because as Yang Feilong grew stronger in the future, their family would also rise in prominence due to his daughter being his woman.
After saying this, Yang Feilong's figure suddenly vanished.
Honestly, killing so many people at once made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so he didn't want to be involved in the aftermath. He knew that Han Zhengtang and the others would handle everything flawlessly, especially since the important figures of the Lin family had been wiped out in one fell swoop!
This was the downside of having so many crucial family members gathered in one place – it made them vulnerable to being taken down all at once.
Of course, the Lin family had never anticipated being wiped out before. They had always acted with a degree of prudence, never provoking anyone they shouldn't.
However, a moment of impulsiveness led them to provoke Yang Feilong, resulting in their utter destruction. This was a true catastrophe, as the Lin family was now destined to become history.
Yang Feilong flew out of the Han family's residence, not returning directly to the Lin family, but instead landing in a garden.
"Since you're here, why are you hiding?" Yang Feilong's voice was calm.
"How did you find me?" In the next moment, a figure materialized in front of Yang Feilong. It was a woman in black, form-fitting attire. Although she wore a black butterfly mask, Yang Feilong recognized her as Luo Feixue.
As for whether her real name was Luo Feixue, Yang Feilong wasn't sure.
Each time he met this woman, her attire was different. While he hadn't considered which he liked best.
"How did I find you?" Yang Feilong chuckled at Luo Feixue's question. "If I say it was telepathy, would you believe me?"
In reality, her concealment techniques were excellent, but his divine sense was all-encompassing. Even if he couldn't see through her disguise, a living person hiding their aura couldn't escape his detection!
"You just killed so many people and clearly felt uncomfortable, yet now you're flirting with me. I'm curious, which one is the real you?" Luo Feixue appraised Yang Feilong, her face filled with curiosity.
"Actually, I'd like to ask you the same. The first time I met you, you were a stunningly beautiful woman. The second time, you transformed into a pure girl next door. This is our third meeting, and you've become a cold, dark figure clad in black. Tell me, which one is the real you?" Yang Feilong countered with a smile instead of answering.
"I am an assassin, a killer without emotions. The beautiful woman the first time, the girl next door the second time, and the cold woman the third time – they are all my disguises! As for what the real me is like, I haven't thought about that question in a long time," Luo Feixue stated calmly.
However, Yang Feilong felt an inexplicable pang of sadness upon hearing her words.
One's fate in the martial world is beyond their control, and belonging to a strictly disciplined assassin organization like the Yellow Springs Sect offered no freedom whatsoever!
"You deliberately lured me here, didn't you?" Luo Feixue looked at Yang Feilong.
"Yes!" Yang Feilong understood what Luo Feixue meant and admitted it frankly. As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a jade bottle appeared, which he tossed to Luo Feixue. "This is the antidote I promised to refine for you!"
Holding the jade bottle, Luo Feixue gazed at Yang Feilong, silent for a long time.
"I'm leaving!" Yang Feilong sighed leisurely. "Being an assassin was not your choice. Now that the opportunity is in your hands, you have the right to choose again."
With that, Yang Feilong prepared to depart.
But Luo Feixue spoke up, "Wait."
Yang Feilong stopped and turned to look at Luo Feixue.
"Don't you want to see my true face?" Luo Feixue spoke slowly. Then, she removed the butterfly mask, revealing a flawless visage that bore some resemblance to their first meeting, but was even more beautiful now!
Yang Feilong had seen countless beauties, and the women by his side were all exquisite.
Yet, even so, Yang Feilong couldn't help but feel a moment of daze. She was truly, incredibly beautiful, almost ethereally so. She was comparable to his master, pure, cold, and proud like a celestial snow lotus, or a solitary fairy from the moon, serene and lonely.
Of course, Yang Feilong mused that this might be due to the aura she was exuding at the moment.
"As for my name, what I told you before was true. My name is Luo Feixue!" Luo Feixue chuckled softly. Her smile was like melting snow, her beauty breathtaking, causing Yang Feilong's heart to skip a beat.
"You shouldn't have let me see your true face!" Yang Feilong sighed.
"What's wrong? Did I scare you?" Luo Feixue asked with a hint of playfulness in her tone.
This sent Yang Feilong into another daze. This woman was truly a chameleon, capable of such multifaceted transformations. Her current playful demeanor made her seem like a celestial maiden descended to the mortal realm.
"Because my heart may never forget your beauty," Yang Feilong replied honestly.
"Are you confessing your love to me?" Luo Feixue giggled. At this moment, her aura shifted again, and her appearance seemed to change along with it. In reality, her beauty was boundless, as her emotions, when expressed, gave different impressions.
Although she was still beautiful, she was no longer as unapproachable as before.
"Ahem, it's not a confession, just a reflection on your unparalleled beauty!" Yang Feilong, momentarily taken aback by Luo Feixue's words, quickly regained his composure and praised her sincerely.
"Thank you for the compliment," Luo Feixue replied. She composed herself, and instantly reverted to being a cold goddess, a true goddess who would eclipse those so-called campus beauties.
"I will consider your proposal. May we meet again if fate allows," Luo Feixue smiled lightly, then put on her butterfly mask. With a light step, she floated away like an immortal, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Goodbye!" Yang Feilong's voice called out.
"Earth Martial Realm, she has broken through!" Yang Feilong thought to himself.
Gazing at Luo Feixue's vanishing figure, he stood rooted to the spot for a long time before turning to leave.
Unbeknownst to Yang Feilong, not long after he left, a figure reappeared in the same spot.
It was Luo Feixue, who had returned.
She watched the retreating figure of Yang Feilong, gently twirling the jade bottle in her hand. Her gaze was distant as she seemed lost in thought. It wasn't until the moon was obscured by clouds drifting in from somewhere that she glanced at the sky with a silent sigh, then turned and departed.
Rustle~~~
The autumn wind whistled, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground and rippling the surface of the park lake.