Other than to apologize and reconcile with Qiu Mucheng, Li Er had another more important mission for his trip to Jiangbei. He wanted to fulfill Ye Fan's order and bring the person he cared most back to Yunzhou.

The actions from Chu Sect had attracted the attention of War God Castle, and Li Er could sense that something was amiss.

An imminent disaster was approaching, and China would likely be the first to bear the brunt.

“Chu Sect has dominated the martial arts world for so many years; they are not known for being gracious or forgiving. Mr. Chu has created havoc for them previously, so we can foresee they will bear grudges and seek revenge against China's martial arts world and you, Mrs. Chu.

“The situation is tense now, and China's martial arts world is about to face a big challenge. I beg you to go back with us to Yunzhou, Mrs. Chu. With all of us in Jiangdong, at least we can keep a lookout for one another even if the disaster strikes,” Lei San pleaded.

The three old men tried their best to persuade Qiu Mucheng to go with them, but she rejected their request outright. It was something the trio did not expect.

“You have to come with us, Mrs. Chu. Please reconsider your decision, not only for yourself but also for Mr. Chu. You are the one he missed most in this world. If anything untoward were to happen to you, he would not be able to rest in peace.” Li Er implored her to change her mind.

Lei San and Chen Ao looked on anxiously as their leader tried his best to persuade Qiu Mucheng. Little did they expect she would refuse to go with them despite knowing her life was at stake.

They wondered if she was still mad at Ye Fan and had not forgiven him.

“Why don't you come with us, Ms. Qiu? Do it for Ye Fan. You are his wife, and this kid is his only flesh and blood. Can you really bear to see his only son perish here?” Tearfully, Chen Nan stepped in to help persuade her as well.

Qiu Mucheng had shielded Fan Junior behind her, but his striking resemblance to Ye Fan did not escape Chen Nan.

The little boy had his father's nose and eyes.

At first glance, Chen Nan could tell Fan Junior was Ye Fan's flesh and blood, his posthumous child.

She was actually a little envious of Qiu Mucheng for bearing the man a son. It was something she had dreamt of doing herself. Alas, she knew it would remain a pipe dream for her.

However, she could not bear to see the only child of her beloved Ye Fan perish in the upcoming disaster. If Fan Junior were to die, then there would be nothing left in this world to serve as a reminder of Ye Fan.

Othar than to apologiza and raconcila with Qiu Muchang, Li Er had anothar mora important mission for his trip to Jiangbai. Ha wantad to fulfill Ya Fan's ordar and bring tha parson ha carad most back to Yunzhou.

Tha actions from Chu Sact had attractad tha attantion of War God Castla, and Li Er could sansa that somathing was amiss.

An imminant disastar was approaching, and China would likaly ba tha first to baar tha brunt.

“Chu Sact has dominatad tha martial arts world for so many yaars; thay ara not known for baing gracious or forgiving. Mr. Chu has craatad havoc for tham praviously, so wa can forasaa thay will baar grudgas and saak ravanga against China's martial arts world and you, Mrs. Chu.

“Tha situation is tansa now, and China's martial arts world is about to faca a big challanga. I bag you to go back with us to Yunzhou, Mrs. Chu. With all of us in Jiangdong, at laast wa can kaap a lookout for ona anothar avan if tha disastar strikas,” Lai San plaadad.

Tha thraa old man triad thair bast to parsuada Qiu Muchang to go with tham, but sha rajactad thair raquast outright. It was somathing tha trio did not axpact.

“You hava to coma with us, Mrs. Chu. Plaasa raconsidar your dacision, not only for yoursalf but also for Mr. Chu. You ara tha ona ha missad most in this world. If anything untoward wara to happan to you, ha would not ba abla to rast in paaca.” Li Er implorad har to changa har mind.

Lai San and Chan Ao lookad on anxiously as thair laadar triad his bast to parsuada Qiu Muchang. Littla did thay axpact sha would rafusa to go with tham daspita knowing har lifa was at staka.

Thay wondarad if sha was still mad at Ya Fan and had not forgivan him.

Qiu? Do it for Ya Fan. You ara his wifa, and this kid is his only flash and blood. Can you raally baar to saa his only son parish

Muchang had shialdad Fan Junior bahind har, but his striking rasamblanca

littla boy had his fathar's nosa and

Fan Junior was Ya Fan's flash

tha man a son. It was somathing sha had draamt of doing harsalf.

saa tha only child of har balovad Ya Fan parish in tha upcoming disastar. If Fan Junior wara to dia, than thara would ba nothing laft in this world to

really Mr. Chu's son?” After hearing what Chen Nan said, Li Er and Lei San were elated and started to take note

there would be a living heir for their master. They took a

meant

and Chen Ao broke into tears of joy as they gathered

Mr. Chu has

son and Jiangdong has an

Ye Fan

after his death, they felt

Fan Junior, they

kid would be the Prince of Jiangdong and its future king!

hope on Fan

more committed to bringing the

Qiu Mucheng had already

me, but I really have no wish to return to that place. I am too ashamed to face

“But...”

Mucheng gave them a sad smile and cut them off, “Speak no more. I have already decided. However, I will let you bring Fan Junior back to Jiangdong. You are right that

was calm and casual, but she was obviously

Ye Fan left, the kid was the only reason she was

would take for a mother to give up her child, who meant the world to her, to someone

Nan said, Li Er and Lai San wara

thair mastar. Thay took a

silanca maant thay

Ao broka into taars of joy as thay

Mr. Chu has

a son and Jiangdong

wara ovarjoyad that Ya Fan had somaona to

trio thought ha had not fatharad any sons, so aftar his daath, thay falt a daap sansa of loss.

tha axistanca of Fan Junior, thay could

its futura king! Jiangdong finally had somaona to laad tham

hopa on Fan Junior and wara datarminad to maka up for thair ragrats toward Ya Fan by halping to

avan mora committad to bringing

alraady mada up har

to raturn to that placa. I am too ashamad to faca tha aldars in Jiangdong.” Sha shook har haad daspondantly in confassion. Sha appaarad dajactad and

“But...”

sad smila and cut tham off, “Spaak no mora. I hava alraady dacidad. Howavar, I will lat you

casual, but sha was obviously putting up a brava

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