The old blind woman at the entrance of the tea house looked very elderly, with loose skin and age spots on her face.
She walked in with a blind cane, without saying a word, just silently listening to the storyteller.
"How can Qiao Canxue, a blind person, possess such advanced level of makeup skills? The transformation into an old person looks so natural," Qiao Mu wondered in his heart.
Qiao Mu muttered to himself.
Generally, blind people are unable to apply makeup well because they can’t see, right? The reason he could recognize her was because he had seen a similar makeup on Yan City’s streets before.
His gaze lingered on Qiao Canxue for a few seconds, and he noticed that the old woman subtly tilted her head in his direction without making a sound, causing him to quickly look away.
"The only survivor of the Qiao family who managed to survive from Martial Saint’s hands is indeed an extraordinary person."
At this time, Qiao Mu was already an extremely skilled martial artist at the 7th rank. His vision and sense of smell were exceptional, and he had even practiced a special skill called "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique." His intuition was also remarkably sharp.
However, it cannot be said that Qiao Mu, as a 7th ranked martial artist, can rely on his hearing or intuition with his eyes closed to sense their gaze. He is not yet capable of that.
"Now that I am over forty, even though only my physical age is over forty, I shouldn’t be as restless as when I was young."
Qiao Mu started to reflect.
"The ancients said, ‘At forty, one is no longer confused.’"
"Now that I am over forty, I should also have the appearance of an elder."
"From today onwards, I will be a gentle, rational, neutral, and objective person. I will no longer be youthful and reckless, and no longer be impulsive and stubborn. I will blend in with others and be as gentle as jade."
"Oh, by the way, there is someone named Guo Yan that I still have to kill." Qiao Mu suddenly remembered something.
"Starting from the day after tomorrow, after I kill Guo Yan, I will start to be a gentle, rational, neutral, and objective person. I will no longer be youthful and reckless, and no longer be impulsive and stubborn. I will blend in with others and be as gentle as jade."
He didn’t approach the old woman at the entrance of the tea house.
Instead, he left through another side door.
Since Qiao Mu’s presence itself would bring danger, it is better to forget about it.
As Qiao Mu left from the side, Qiao Canxue at the door unconsciously turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of his departure.
Is Qiao Lin dead? Or is it such a tragic ending?
The tea house was filled with chatter, and no one expected the storyteller’s tale to end .
Some kind-hearted young ladies secretly wiped their tears with a handkerchief.
Then they discussed with their close friends, shed a few tears, sighed, and ended it like that, leaving contentedly.
For these tea house visitors, this was a thrilling story told by the storyteller with a sword.
But for Qiao Canxue, who was standing at the tea house entrance… it was something personal.
She remained silent, holding a walking stick, and walked away step by step.
Is Qiao Lin… really dead?
Looking back now, she realized that Qiao Mu’s actions were only a lie to help her escape from Yan City.
On purpose, she made her spend several days traveling to this remote town where few people had been before. It seemed like she wanted to prevent her from going back to Yan City, instead of actually wanting to reunite with her here.
"He did so much for me, the first time barely escaping death, and the second time disappearing without a trace in a well…"
"Since I’ve been with him, Qiao Mu has always behaved properly towards me, so clearly he’s not just interested in my body."
"So besides his strong aversion to evil and love for justice, there surely must be another reason."
"He must definitely like me."
"Ah, he was so deeply in love with me, why did it take me until now to realize it?"
Qiao Canxue walked silently, her tears blurring her vision without realizing it.
Qiao Canxue was slightly astonished, opening her blank left eye and looking at the small hill in front of her.
Ever since the Qiao family tragedy half a year ago, her eyes have been restless.
If back then the progress bar reached 90%, now it has finally taken the last step.
"Can I see now?" Qiao Canxue opened her bright, empty eyes, feeling lost inside.
Unfortunately, it was a bit too late.
"From the moment I met him until his death, I never had a chance to see what kind of face he had…"
She let out a slight sigh, walking forward with a gradually determined gaze.
She was truly gifted, standing out from the rest.
Since all of this was not just a delusion from her teenage years, she was determined to take revenge with her own hands.
Seek revenge against Martial Saint, as well as against Guo Yan, the City Lord of Yan City.
If the martial path doesn’t work, then take the immortal path.
If the immortal path doesn’t work, then create a thorny road.
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