Siming, upon seeing that Sword Madman had reached the battle formation in just an instant, sighed deeply.
The old gentleman then sat on the back of the Mystic Turtle.
As the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form flew by leisurely, he saw that amidst the mountain camp, Sword Madman, dressed in green robe, was standing there. The people around him seemed not to see him, continuing with their tasks as before.
The Green Robed Sword Madman just stood in front of the simple main camp tent, watching Murong Qiushui heal Li Guanyi. The elder was lost in thought, his hands clasped behind his back, trembling slightly, silently watching with intensity, but his feet as heavy as if unable to move.
Siming stood by Sword Madman’s side and sighed.
He knew Sword Madman’s feelings at the moment. Previously, when meeting Li Guanyi, he hadn’t revealed his identity, and the elder could barely maintain his composure. Now, seeing Murong Qiushui casually chatting with Li Guanyi, the young man donning his armor with annoyance, and the girl laughing as she playfully ruffled his hair, distressed Sword Madman.
Situations like these, common among ordinary families, were unattainable for Sword Madman, who had been unrivaled and unyielding all his life.
Sword Madman had a powerful aura that could shield his very existence. Siming said,
"What, now that you’re here, you dare not take a step forward?"
Sword Madman simply replied, "I am just contemplating."
Siming asked, "What?"
Murong Longtu, the Sword Madman, said, "Guan Yi, whether he should belong to the Martial World or the battlefield."
Siming paused for a moment, observing the Green Robed Sword Madman, knowing that this swordsman, who had roamed the world freely, was sincerely pondering this matter. The world is vast, and while some may say it is thrilling, the battle among nations is exceedingly dangerous.
The Turkic Great Khan, the uncrowned king beyond the border, and the Grandmaster of Ying Country—these three Divine Generals.
Beneath their command, Armored Soldiers claimed to number in the millions, capable of launching large-scale encounters involving tens of thousands.
When their auras gathered, it was as terrifying as a dragon. Once Li Guanyi set foot in the world, he would surely encounter these formidable enemies. Besides these, there were too many complexities in the world. The aged Murong Longtu had already endured the deaths of his most beloved granddaughter and great-granddaughter, and the most promising young generation, Li Wanli, in this world.
Siming chuckled lightly, patting Murong Longtu’s shoulder.
Even Sword Madman, the one who dared to turn heaven and earth upside down with his three-foot Green Robe Sword, at this moment, was only an old man hoping that his descendants could lead good, safe lives.
In the eyes of this Green Robed Swordsman, wielding the three-foot Green Robe Sword and traversing the Martial World with such unrestrained joy.
Being free from the constraints of the world’s lords is the righteous path.
When he saw the ferocious wounds under Li Guanyi’s armor, Murong Longtu naturally began to think. He had already seen the fates of Li Wanli and Su Changqing; was he still willing to allow the only remaining bloodline to step into this tumultuous era?
After some thought, Siming said, "Then why not consider his choice?"
Sword Madman turned to look at the Grandmaster of the Yin Yang Family beside him, who was sitting cross-legged on his Dharma Form, unnoticed by others. Siming, with a carefree smile, said, "What you’re struggling with now is because you see Li Guanyi running through the world, yet you worry he too will fall in these troubled times."
"But although your character is wild, you are not the kind of rigid old man who forces the younger generation to do things. That’s why you’re struggling. If that’s the case, let’s just stay here and see what he’ll do, shall we?"
"You should also sort out your own emotions. At two hundred years old, you shouldn’t start crying at the sight of your grandchildren. If that were to happen, wouldn’t the reputation of Sword Madman be tarnished?"
But Murong Longtu protested, "What is Sword Madman anyway?"
The old man said with a carefree tone:
"Murong Longtu shedding tears in front of his descendants is not something disgraceful."
Siming pointed to himself, "What about me?"
Murong Longtu gave a cold laugh, and with that, the Mystic Turtle directly overturned Siming.
The old gentleman sat on the ground, simply laughing heartily. The Green Robed Sword Madman looked serenely at Li Guanyi and Murong Qiushui, then took a step back and sat down cross-legged beside Siming. The older generation ultimately wanted to see how the younger generation would choose, whether they had the capacity to step into this world.
Sword Madman just quietly watched his two children, feeling a pang in his heart.
Sword Madman was unrivaled in the world, standing at the peak of the Sword Dao and the Martial World, but the summit was too cold; looking around, there were no more enemies, but also no more friends. Siming took a wine gourd from his waist and casually threw it to Sword Madman, who lifted the gourd and drank from it.
The Martial World, or the chaotic world itself!
No one knew the musings in Sword Madman’s heart. This victorious camp was immersed in a feverish, exuberant mood. People bustled about, each with tasks to accomplish.
Especially Lei Laomeng and his group.
The five brothers were delightedly eyeing the horses with Exotic Beast bloodlines.
Their eyes glued to the creatures.
Normally, injured horses would likely be slaughtered, but they kept using secret techniques from Divine Beast Manor to heal the horses’ wounds, then domesticating these wildly temperamental steeds.
Even being knocked to the ground by a horse left them chuckling away.
For the disciples of Divine Beast Manor, being surrounded by so many Exotic Beasts was like coming home.
No, that’s not right.
Even at Divine Beast Manor, at their level, they couldn’t have come into contact with so many Exotic Beasts, while those physicians were following Li Guanyi’s instructions—quick, efficient, standardized, and as for aesthetics, that could wait.