Chapter 2349 - 2322: Is That You?

"Grandfather, I know what to do."

Upon hearing his grandfather’s words, Lu Haoyue immediately responded, "I will arrange for experts to head to Modu, ensuring protection around the Bai Family Ancestral House for Mr. Bai and the others. I promise what happened last time will absolutely not happen again."

"Remember, this time no matter who approaches the Bai Family Ancestral House, if they disregard the warnings, kill without mercy – better to kill erroneously than to let someone off."

A trace of cold, bloodthirsty killing intent flashed from Old Sir Lu’s body. This time he wanted everyone to know that the Lu Family had awakened, and whoever dared to act against them, even the Emperor himself, must die.

"Yes, grandfather, I know what to do."

Lu Haoyue nodded heavily, his eyes also filled with an incomparable cold killing intent.

"Mm!"

Old Sir Lu lightly nodded, picked up a chess piece, just about to place it on the board, and then as if remembering something, spoke again, "By the way, Haoyue, didn’t you say yesterday that while you were dealing with Tang Qingyun’s substitute in Tianxing, the mysterious black-clad figure who helped Tianxing in Eagle Country reappeared? Have you investigated his identity yet?"

In this world, there is never causeless love nor causeless hatred. That black-clad figure had helped Lu Tianxing in Eagle Country, but appearing again in Beijing to assist Lu Tianxing with his utmost effort, if this black-clad figure had no ulterior motives toward Lu Tianxing, Old Sir Lu would never believe it.

"No results."

Lu Haoyue gently shook his head upon hearing Old Sir Lu’s words, "Grandfather, I’m sorry, this black-clad figure’s identity is simply too mysterious, we can’t find anything out. However, I did make a call to Grandpa Ji this morning and learned a bit of news from him, but today’s been a bit busy, so I haven’t had the chance to inform you."

Upon hearing this, Old Sir Lu’s eyes flashed with brilliance, "What did Ji Xingyun say to you?"

Lu Haoyue took a deep breath and spoke word by word, "Grandpa Ji told me he had exchanged blows with this black-clad figure, hoping to discern what martial arts style the figure uses by engaging him, and thereby deducing the identity and origin of this black-clad figure."

"Were there any findings?"

"No, the strength of this black-clad figure is truly terrifying, very cunning, never using his true martial arts style. Moreover, Grandpa Ji also told me that if he really fought life-and-death against this black-clad figure, there’s an eighty percent chance he would die by this figure’s hand, while the figure would at most be severely injured. The remaining twenty percent chance is both dying together."

At this point, Lu Haoyue couldn’t help but reveal a trace of shock on his face. Ji Xingyun was the Sword God of the previous generation, his strength comparable to his grandfather’s, a supreme expert with one foot into the Earthly Immortal Realm, a top-notch expert in the world.

Such experts, placed anywhere, would be top-tier dominators.

But now, came an expert even more terrifying than Ji Xingyun, who repeatedly helped his cousin. This made Lu Haoyue’s mood suddenly become heavy.

It’s not that Lu Haoyue was jealous of Lu Tianxing, but rather worried for Lu Tianxing. If the black-clad figure is purely helping Lu Tianxing, that’s fine. But if he harbors ulterior motives toward Lu Tianxing, once they turn, Lu Tianxing absolutely won’t be a match. No matter how much Lu Tianxing can challenge across levels, compared to a martial artist half-stepped into the Earthly Immortal Realm like this, the gap is still huge.

At this moment, Old Sir Lu’s brows furrowed as well, his expression somewhat serious. He was very familiar with Ji Xingyun, whose pride is greater than anyone else’s, never willingly admitting defeat. But now Ji Xingyun candidly said he isn’t as skilled as the black-clad figure, with an eighty percent chance dying by the figure’s hand, and a twenty percent chance taking each other down. This makes one realize just how terrifying the black-clad figure’s strength is.

"Besides this, did Ji Xingyun tell you anything?" Old Sir Lu opened his mouth again, looking at Lu Haoyue.

"I remember."

Upon hearing Old Sir Lu’s words, Lu Haoyue pondered for a moment, immediately spoke again, "Right, grandfather, Grandpa Ji also told me he felt a very familiar sensation from the black-clad figure, as if he had seen him before, but can’t pinpoint exactly where. Grandpa Ji also said the figure’s identity is definitely someone we know, not anyone else. Judging from his tone, the figure temporarily shouldn’t do anything to cousin, cousin is temporarily safe."

Listening to these words, a glimmer shone in Old Sir Lu’s eyes, then he waved his hand, saying, "I understand this matter, Haoyue, suspend the investigation on the black-clad figure’s identity for now, let’s wait until after the fifth day."

"Grandfather, I understand." Lu Haoyue gently nodded.

"Mm!"

Old Sir Lu nodded and said, "Alright, it’s getting late now. If there’s nothing else, you should go back. Otherwise, Fangfang might curse this old geezer for keeping her husband all day long."

"Grandfather, I’ll head back now."

Upon hearing Old Sir Lu’s words, Lu Haoyue nodded gently, stood up from the sofa, and left the living room.

Watching Lu Haoyue’s departing figure, Old Sir Lu sighed deeply in his heart, slowly tossed the chess piece onto the board, gazing at the black and white pieces in deep thought.

After a long while, Old Sir Lu stood up from the sofa, walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, and in the moonlight’s glow, an indelible trace of loneliness and sorrow emerged on his face. He looked at the bright moon in the sky, murmured softly, "Tianzhan, is this black-clad figure you? If it is you, why don’t you come back to see this old man? Have you truly not forgiven me in your heart?"

His voice faded, and Old Sir Lu couldn’t help but sigh again, a faint sorrow exuding from his entire body. Besides feeling sorry to his wife, the only person he felt sorry for was Lu Tianzhan. If not for him, Lu Tianzhan might not have been schemed against and died in Beijing.

"Alas!"

A sigh full of loneliness echoed in the room, Old Sir Lu turned and walked toward his bedroom. In the moonlight’s glow, the silhouette seemed particularly lonely.

At this moment, Old Sir Lu was just an ordinary old man, not the Southern Blade Lu Tiankuang who struck fear into countless people.