YM778.TV Chapter 1113: His Name Is Not Bai Rong
Chapter 1113: His Name Is Not Bai Rong
A teardrop landed on the back of Beiting Huang’s hand. The man’s gaze followed the tears on the child’s face, almost blinded by them. He turned his head slightly and asked Beiting Huang, “Who are you? What do you want to say?”
“I’m Beiting Huang, the third direct descendant of the Beiting Family, who used to be one of the four great Spirit Master families!” Beiting Huang’s eyes were like torches as she stared at the man’s face. Every word she said was sonorous. She did not miss the expression on the man’s face at all. When she said this, she emphasized the words “used to be”.
“Used to be?” The man suddenly raised his head again. His movements were too exaggerated, causing him to cough violently again, but he suppressed it. “What do you mean? What happened to the four great families?”
Beiting Huang sighed and placed the Divine Realm medicinal pill in the man’s hand. “I don’t like to deal with someone who can’t speak properly. After you eat the medicinal pill, come out and we’ll talk!”
With that, Beiting Huang led Bai Rong out of the door and stood in the living room.
“Big Brother, will Dad eat the Divine Realm medicinal pill? Will this medicinal pill cure Dad’s illness?” Bai Rong asked as he looked inside nervously.
“Yes!” Beiting Huang squatted down, almost as tall as the child. “Bai Rong…”
“His name isn’t Bai Rong!” A voice came from inside, and right on the heels of that, a man’s figure appeared at the door. He held onto the wall. His eyes glowed with a new color like a dying sapling after obtaining the nectar it had been longing for for a long time. He glowed with vitality. “His name is Ximen Rong!”
“Wood begets water. How should I address you, Brother Ximen?” Beiting Huang stared at the man’s eyes that resembled Ximen Song’s and asked. She didn’t expect to see someone from the Ximen family in such a place. This man would rather die of illness and poverty here than return to the Ximen family. Why?
“I’m too ashamed to go back!” Ximen Bai seemed to have seen through Beiting Huang’s doubts. “I’m Ximen Song’s twin brother. I really didn’t expect to meet Brother Beiting Huang here!”
This seniority was a little messy. Ximen Song called Beiting Huang a big brother, and Ximen Bai called Beiting Huang a brother. However, this was just a small matter, and no one cared.
“Brother Beiting Huang, if you can help me to the end, can you help me bring my son back to the Four Races City?” Ximen Bai took a deep breath and looked up at the sky above Huang City. “Ten years ago, I left home to pick herbs and met his mother on the Starmoon Plains. Later on, something happened. I’ve already become a piece of trash and don’t have the face to return to the four Spirit Master families!”
“Brother Ximen Bai, the four Spirit Master families have already merged into one. If Brother Ximen Bai insists on not going back, I’ll bring my younger brother back. There’s no problem with that. It’s just that…” Beiting Huang’s voice was filled with grief and indignation, and there was a hint of desolation. “Brother Ximen Bai, just yesterday, the Four Races City was destroyed, and countless disciples were killed or injured. The city was razed to the ground. If you can still turn a blind eye, I have nothing to say!”
“What did you say? Who did it? Who did it?” Ximen Bai rushed forward and grabbed Beiting Huang. He kept shaking her and seemed to have lost his mind. “Who is it? I must tear that bastard into pieces!”