Xie Tian stepped out mostly because the half-year mark had arrived, yet the mad old man had not returned.
He was worried. The gravity of the mad old man's departure had been unmistakable. He did not know where Yin Tian'er was headed, but he knew that even the mad old man was extremely cautious about that place.
"I'm still not strong enough..." Every time he thought of their separation from half a year ago, it felt like a knife was twisting in Xie Tian's heart.
"If I were strong enough, Tian'er would not have yielded to the threats of others!"
"If I were strong enough, we would not be separated!"
"If I were strong enough, the mad grandfather wouldn't have had to toil for half a year, still not returning!"
Xie Tian sipped his bitter wine, staring towards the distant horizon.
Three beams of sword light swept across the sky, landing outside the gambling den.
"Sword Tomb's Wang Bo requests an audience with Young Master Xie Tian."