I Am Yang Guo: Every Son I Have Grants Me a Century of Cultivation

Yang Guo's expression remained as calm as still water. He slowly reached out his right hand and gently took the jade-like hand of Gongsun Lue, who stood beside him, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth as he said softly, “A human life lasts but a hundred hurried years. Even those who roam the martial world need a little peace and quiet now and then. The scenery in Passionless Valley is lovely, and the place is serene and tranquil. For me, it is truly an excellent place to rest and recuperate. But you, Your Highness, are a Mongol prince of the highest standing, charged with the weighty responsibility of governing the country. Surely your thoughts should be focused on properly managing state affairs. Yet you are so obsessed with martial arts that you have traveled all this way, thousands of miles, to come here. Are you not worried that this might delay your country's military and political affairs?”

Sihanfei threw back his head and let out a hearty laugh that echoed across the wilderness. “Hahaha! Our Great Mongol Empire has always been rich in talent. Such trivial government affairs can easily be handled by capable people. As for me, Sihanfei, I have no other wish in this life. I only want to devote myself wholeheartedly to pursuing the highest realm of martial arts. I long to experience every peerless martial art in this world for myself. Hero Yang, in my view, why don't we set aside our past grievances for now and join forces to seek out the place where the venerable Dugu Qiubai once lived? If we truly gain anything from the search, we can divide it fairly and each take what we need. What do you say?”

Jinlun Fawang, standing off to one side, could no longer contain his anger. He snorted heavily and said, “Big Brother, why waste your breath on him? Yang Guo killed my disciple. If I cannot avenge this blood feud, what face will I, Jinlun Fawang, have to show…”