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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-

of bamboo leaf liquor, gave a

Xu finally felt the aftereffects of the

neatly arranged the wine bottles in front of him, and asked with a smile, “I

improved body resilience and the assurance of the Void Stomach, from today onwards, you can call me the God of Wine- Tang Luo

who simply drank on pure capacity had no idea about all these and could only try to hold his

said I’m about to fall- *belch~*” Mr. Xu’s face grew redder and redder as he argued, “You fall first! I’m not

laughed, “Mr. Xu, take a break. And

He scratched the back of his head and

being shy, Tang Luo

he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, handing over a bamboo-made painting

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

minor spiritual realm, he asked Uncle Fu to pretend to rent the yard to Mi

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

normally rigorous Chang Fu would praise

did not treat the yard as his own property. As soon as Chang Fu revealed his

money was saved from when Mi Bai was working as 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 the

poor, but even in his poverty, he had never considered

one should observe a person’s integrity in times of poverty, and those who can uphold

should observe their moral conduct, those who remain humble and unassuming despite their wealth and success will be even

evaluation put Tang Luo at ease and made him drop his guard towards

who is capable of feeling thankful is