Chapter 2217: Call Me If There’s Anything, Eldest Senior Brother! (1)

Chapter 2217 - 2217: Call Me If There’s Anything, Eldest Senior Brother! (1)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the shadow of the recent ordeal, how that agonizing period had passed remained unknown to everyone.
Some things that had shattered within their hearts were irreparable, unable to be restored.
To the extent that it was unbearable to face!
Yet, everyone tacitly chose to forget a certain memory.
Until a figure, unfamiliar to all, appeared in everyone’s sight.
“Friends, all matters have concluded. Why do you still look so anxious?”
It was a handsome and refined young scholar who emerged from the ruins, carrying himself with a leisurely demeanor as if strolling in his own backyard.
“Brother Anxiety?”
Xu Xiaoshou, who had returned from Yuan Mansion, turned around sharply upon hearing the familiar voice, finding joy in his heart.
Now was the time for an outsider to break the awkward silence. He evidently possessed the weight and power to make everyone forget the recent events.
The nervousness Xu Xiaoshou once felt when facing Kong Yuhen alone had dissipated after multiple encounters, as he came to realize Kong Yuhen was a friendly person.
“Who?” Xiao Kongtong was alarmed, as moments ago, he hadn’t sensed any presence nearby.
“Who is Brother Anxiety?” Zhu Yike also looked puzzled. However, the scholar, from disappearance to appearance, seemed to be completely out of this world.
If he hadn’t spoken, Zhu Yike might have almost overlooked him!
“What kind of ability is this?”
The individual seemed to have existed and yet not; it was as if he had arrived, and yet not truly.
He set foot in this world, but his figure appeared as if it were a projection from ancient times. In the current conversation, he made it feel like communication from the past.
The vastness of space and time converged in this silhouette.
Now, if Brother Anxiety had been a projection of the Great Path of Space-Time Rules, Zhu Yike would have believed it.
“I am Kong Yuhen. It’s my pleasure to meet you, my friends.” The scholar bowed with courtesy.
Kong Yuhen?
Mei Siren was the first to look at him in surprise.
He knew Kong Yuhen, but the face in his memory didn’t seem to match the person before his eyes.
Upon careful recollection…
Memories had become blurry!
The only trace related to Kong Yuhen that Mei Siren could recall was the fake appearance Xu Xiaoshou had imitated when impersonating him.
It didn’t resemble him at all!
“You’re Kong Yuhen?”
Zhu Yike, well aware that he had no right to speak in this situation, couldn’t help but exclaim.
Kong Yuhen, the one who wandered drunkenly in the moonlight, half caring for the mortal world and half for the vast coldness?
Among the Ten High Nobles, he was rumored to have only revealed his face once, with no records of him in the world.
Having witnessed figures like Dao Qiongcang and Bazhun’an in the Abyss Island endgame, Zhu Yike thought he had seen it all.
However, he didn’t expect to encounter someone even more mysterious in the form of Kong Yuhen!
Wasn’t he supposed to be in that tower?
Visible only to those destined to cross his path?
was ne also destined to see
“If you are referring to me, then it should be me.” Kong Yuhen looked at Zhu Yike with benevolent eyes.
Without distinguishing between high and low or noble and humble, he answered the question sincerely.
Afterward, his gaze shifted to Xiao Kongtong.
“Friend, you seem very anxious.”
Upon hearing this familiar voice again, Xu Xiaoshou, who no longer felt anxious himself, was now stirred by his words.
But this time, Kong Yuhen wasn’t talking to him. Instead, he was addressing Xiao Kongtong…
In Brother Anxiety’s eyes, it seemed that Xiao Kongtong was the most anxious among them.
Xiao Kongtong’s expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes. However, since this person approached with kindness, he responded with a respectful greeting:
“I’ve met the senior.”
Kong Yuhen didn’t dwell on the title of “senior” and said with a smile: “Your heart is not here. Speak the truth and hasten your return.”
Xu Xiaoshou looked at this person and felt that he had rushed out hastily.
He needed a stall, a signboard that read “Divine Fortune-Telling,” or perhaps even bring along that tower of his; sitting inside and uttering these words would be more fitting.
Xiao Kongtong’s eyes tightened upon hearing this, and he glanced somewhat awkwardly at Bazhun’an, as if his inner thoughts had been exposed.
Observing this, Xu Xiaoshou furrowed his brows and it immediately dawned on him.
After Kong Yuhen brought it up, he realized that following the conclusion of Abyss Island, everyone’s spirits were generally high, except for Xiao Kongtong, who appeared the most despondent.
In their exchanges, conversation merely grazed the surface, with evident signs that his mind was elsewhere.
Previously, he hadn’t paid attention, but now, looking back, it made sense:
The overall situation on the Abyss Island had ended, the Holy Divine Palace had suffered a complete defeat and retreated to the mainland.
Yet, at this juncture, the war wouldn’t come to a halt. They were likely already strategizing their next move.
If the next round wasn’t on the Abyss Island, and the Saint Servant had surfaced, it would likely be a reversal of roles…
The enemy was in the dark, while they were in the light!
This time, it was the Saint Servant who needed to respond to Dao Qiongcang’s call!
In the previous battle, Xiao Kongtong had exposed his identity as the Eldest Senior Brother of the Fringe Moon Immortal City.
Although Eighth Palace’s Gou Wuyue had some suspicions, there was no concrete evidence to act against a significant faction like the Fringe Moon Immortal City.
Now, Dao Qiongcang had more than enough reasons!
The Fringe Moon Immortal City, the entire Eastern Moon Realm, and even the swordsmen who worshiped Bazhun’an in that area would likely face a brutal aftermath after the war.
In other words, by staying a moment longer on Abyss Island, Xiao Kongtong increased the danger to his base.
In such a situation, how could he not be anxious? How could he not be worried?
“I…” Xiao Kongtong hesitated, his expression complex.
He hadn’t seen his teacher for a long time, and there were many things he wanted to say and many questions he wanted to ask.
For decades, apart from missions and actions, when did opportunities for such face-to-face “fun” present themselves?
Xiao Kongtong found even his teacher’s face to be strangely unfamiliar.
This opportunity, for him, was truly rare!