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Chapter 347: Three Hundred Forty Three: Farewell

For Mi Bai, this farewell was destined to be very sentimental.

Because he didn’t know when he would see Mr. Xu again.

It could be three years, or five years, or even ten years, or perhaps never again.

Even though he didn’t care about the affairs of Xiling, Mr. Xu’s feat of suppressing the nobility of Xiling with a single sword was widely known. Those saintly figures in the stories circulated in the streets and lanes always gave him a sense of unreality.

Although he had witnessed Mr. Xu’s show of strength against the Fierce Realm and even his heroic stance wielding the golden dragon sword, during the days he spent with him, he always managed to forget Mr. Xu’s identity as a warrior. He only remembered Mr. Xu’s innocence and his passionate love for painting and calligraphy. If there was a kindred spirit in this world, Mi Bai believed it was the two of them.

However, he was aware that the way of painting and calligraphy was everything to him, but for Mr. Xu, he had more important matters. After all, on top of Red Cloud Mountain, Mr. Xu had once softly whispered his dreams under the vast expanse of red clouds.

The two of them were ultimately different.

His dream was to raise a child, while Mr. Xu’s was to become the Saint Lord of the Xu Clan. In the process of pursuing their dreams, they would inevitably drift apart, and perhaps one day, when they looked back, they wouldn’t even be able to find each other’s silhouette.

But Mi Bai would never forget the exceptional swordsman who descended from the heavens on a star-moon coral rhino, who claimed that he would not save people and only kill.

Friends are destined to part ways one day, but the bond remains forever. Mi Bai turned around, took out two painting tubes from his backpack and smiled at the two gentlemen who were having a drinking game.

Mr. Xu was indeed pouring a bottle of wine into his mouth, head tilted back, and there were several bottles scattered on the table.

In just a short while, they had already downed sixteen bottles of wine, and the maidservant had already made three trips back and forth.

Thump, thump, thump-

sucked the last drop from the eighth bottle of bamboo leaf

aftereffects of the bamboo leaf liquor: “Your tolerance

exquisite wine calmly, neatly arranged the wine bottles in front of

from today onwards, you can call me the God of Wine- Tang Luo

capacity had no idea about all these and could only

*belch~*” Mr. Xu’s face grew redder and redder

words would certainly have carried more credibility. Mi Bai laughed, “Mr. Xu, take a break. And you too, Brother Tang. I

He scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly, “Oh,

Tang Luo

amused Mi Bai, but being a humble gentleman seemed to include training in holding back laughter, he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, handing over a bamboo-made painting cylinder

one too?” Tang Luo accepted the painting cylinder without any awkwardness, considering

he asked Uncle Fu to pretend to

Luo was that when he returned, Chang Fu told him that Mi Bai

praise someone like that, Tang

property. As soon as Chang Fu revealed his identity, Mi Bai immediately apologized and respectfully handed over a worn money pouch that

a clerk at Qingfeng Bank, as well as what was left over from his stall. Since the day Mi Bai gathered the orphans in the deserted yard, he had been saving this “rent money”, just waiting for the owner of

poor, but even in his poverty, he had never considered using this part of the rent money because he

Fu had seen many people and over time had developed a set of experiences. For example, one should observe a person’s integrity in times of poverty, and those who can uphold their ethical standards despite being destitute are

their moral conduct, those who remain humble

drop his guard towards Mi Bai, because he saw the gratitude

who is capable of feeling thankful is a