Chapter 1047 - 1047 Three Hundred and Forty-One The Vow
Chapter 1047: Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-One: The Vow Chapter 1047: Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-One: The Vow Last time we parted so rudely, yet he was willing to rescue me again regardless of past grievances, Xu Qingyue was so ashamed that her face and ears turned red. She bowed deeply to the man in the ancient manner and said softly, “Thank you, Brother Yun.”
In the Ancient Dark Age, the languages of the Human Race across the continents were not mutually intelligible, which is why the sages established rites and protocols to use rituals as a means to convey identity and intentions, signifying that the Human Race should aid one another. But how many people remember this today? The Human Race is now spread across the continents, yet the number of lives lost to fratricide each year exceeds even those lost in the Dark Age.
The dominance of the Human Race and the flourishing of the martial path—is it really a good thing?
The man’s eyes, sparkling like stars, revealed a sense of age and compassion. He unconsciously returned the ancient greeting to Xu Qingyue and turned to leave without a hint of attachment.
Xu Qingyue, biting her lower lip, felt even more certain of her guess upon seeing the man’s ancient greeting and called out to retain him, “Brother Yun.”
The man’s figure paused, and Xu Qingyue continued, “The Chaochang of today is no longer that of the Yun Family. If the Xiang Family were to learn of your existence, they would certainly not rest easy. Why not…”
Out of feminine modesty, Xu Qingyue did not say the rest of the sentence, but with the man’s intelligence, how could he fail to perceive the deeper meaning in her words?
“Though the Yun Clan has declined, our vow to protect Chaochang will not change,” the man said flatly without turning his head. “Sister Xu, you should set out as soon as possible.”