Looking at the place where Yi Qianmo disappeared, then looking at the Yang family in front of him and Yang Xu who was traumatized on the ground, Yang Biao slowly stood up and walked in front of him.

Outside the north hanging city, Yi Qianmo stood on a small hill. The wind slowly brushed across his cheeks, and he recalled Yang Biao's words in his mind.

He could not refute it because Yang Biao's words hit his heart.

"Am I really that bad?"

Yi Qianmo said to himself.

"It's not as unbearable as he said, but... you really don't treat them as human beings. You always have a high-ranking attitude, as if you have forgotten where you came from!"

Lao Bai's voice came, "But, you have a place that is really good, at least you forget what you are going to do."

"oh."

Yi Qianmo replied faintly.

"Didn't you always care about other people's opinions?" Lao Bai asked strangely, "Why did a few words from Yang Biao hit you so hard?"

"Because he said it was right."

Yi Qianmo said, "But I have never realized this before. This has nothing to do with the martial arts I have practiced. Have you noticed that I haven't used it again for a long time, and the herringbone sword!"

"I thought you thought the sword technique of the Herringbone Sword was weaker than the Supreme Dragon Sutra, so you just abandoned it."

Lao Bai said.

"How can a herringbone sword be weak?"

Yi Qianmo smiled and said, "I haven't experienced that feeling for a long time. I miss those people and those things."

“This is growth.”

Lao Bai said, "Even though you received Yi Haoran's memory inheritance at the beginning, you are still an 18-year-old boy in your heart. After so many years, you have not become obsessed with it. This is what surprised me the most."

"I feel that this is not growth. Some of Yang Biao's words have awakened me. What he feels is me, a self who is gradually throwing away his past, and becoming the person he once hated the most!"

Yi Qianmo said.

"Where do you start?" Lao Bai said strangely.

"If you are now me and I are friends with you, would you like?" Yi Qianmo asked.

"I don't want to." Lao Bai said directly, "I can understand it because I know your growth process and what you have experienced. Not everyone can still have light in their hearts when they are deeply trapped in darkness."

"But not every encounter, there is a chance to tell others what I have experienced."

Yi Qianmo said, "And I don't want to talk about my past easily. Some things are useless to say more."

"What's next?" Lao Bai asked.

"Wait for him."

Yi Qianmo said, "Wait for him to come."

Lao Bai smiled and didn't say anything. Yi Qianmo waited in the mountains for about one day, until the next morning, and he had no intention of leaving.

He was waiting for Yang Biao to come. He thought he would wait for a long time, but Yang Biao arrived here the next morning.

His expression was a little tired, and his eyes were a little hollow. When he walked over, he looked like an old tree that was about to die.

"Why are you waiting for me here?"

Yang Biao asked.

"How is the feeling of revenge?" Yi Qianmo asked with a smile.

“It’s very cool!”

Yang Biao said, "But it was not revenge by my own ability."

"Why have to be obsessed with this?" Yi Qianmo said.

Yang Biao fell into silence.

"If you don't come today, I will wait for you to tomorrow. If you don't come tomorrow, I will wait for you to the next day... Well, I thought about it and I will wait for you for half a month. If you don't come half a month, then I can only leave by myself."

Yi Qianmo suddenly said.

A ray of light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yi Qianmo with some incredible surprise, and said, "Why are you waiting for me?"

"Because you're useful to me!"

Yi Qianmo said bluntly.

"Haha!" Yang Biao sneered, "With your strength, what can I help you? I have no value anymore."

"The value I understand may not be the same as the value you understand."

Yi Qianmo said, "In my eyes, friends cannot be measured by value."

"Don't you feel embarrassed when you say this?" Yang Biao sarcastically.

"If I say, whether you believe it or not, you will feel that I am superior. Since that's the case, I can only convince you!"

Yi Qianmo said.

"How can I convince me?" Yang Biao asked.

"You ask me why I'm waiting for you?"

Yi Qianmo said, "It's not just because you are useful to me. If you say it, you really have no value, but I'm waiting for you, it proves that you are still valuable in my heart. Isn't it the best proof to keep a person in my heart?"

Yang Biao was stunned. He suddenly lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"I have experienced despair and pain like you, and I have hated someone and gritted my teeth!"

Yi Qianmo said, "Even though you may not be hated until now, every time you see her, you still can't help but want to kill her!"

Yang Biao raised his head and looked at him with some suspicion.

"So, I can understand the pain of your own revenge."

Yi Qianmo said, "And the help I give you has never been a gift. I help you, just because you are my friend, I want to help you, that's all!"

Yang Biao's body trembled slightly.

He knew that if he calculated based on the value he said, Yi Qianmo had no need to say this to him.

Because he has no value for use, he is waiting for him here, and when he comes here, he still holds a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Do you know what you mean in my heart?"

Yi Qianmo suddenly asked.

"What?" Yang Biao finally spoke.

"Because you are here, I am not fighting alone!"

Yi Qianmo said, "Because with you, no matter how powerful the opponent I face, I have the courage to face it, because... I am not fighting alone."

After hearing this, Yang Biao's eyes were a little wet, and the tense heart could no longer hold back at this moment.

"With your combat power, you may not be able to help me, but you have no value. Are you not a friend?"

Yi Qianmo asked.

"Our distance is so far, sooner or later we will be like strangers." Yang Biao said with a wry smile.

"The gap in our strength may become further and further, but the distance between our hearts will not change!"

Yi Qianmo said.

Yang Biao's body trembled even harder, and finally he couldn't hold back, and squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

He walked to Yang Biao, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let's go."

When Yang Biao held his hand, Yi Qianmo breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he was as powerful as him, he still needed someone to understand and support. There was Yan Taizhen in the past, but after Yan Taizhen left, he fell into autism.

“What are you going to do next?”

Yang Biao asked.

"Follow me, you will know soon." Yi Qianmo smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, I'll kill that ancestor of your Yang family for you, don't you mind?"
Chapter completed!