291: Mu Changan

Yizhou City, Dongxiang Thirteenth Long Street.

Nan Qingyue and the old man exchanged a glance, and for a long while, neither of them spoke.

However, the old man kept his head lowered, drinking tea, his brows furrowed as if lost in thought.

"You still haven't answered my question. Who exactly are you?" Nan Qingyue raised her head, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled slightly. In truth, he had never intended to reveal his identity from the very beginning.

But under Nan Qingyue's persistent questioning, the old man gradually developed a new idea.

Perhaps it wouldn't matter if he revealed his identity; after all, there was already some connection between him and Nan Qingyue.

Of course, not with Nan Qingyue—to be precise, it should be with the Divine Sword Sect!

"Very well, it wouldn't hurt to tell you. You had better listen carefully: my identity is that of a friend of Baiyi Luo, the thousand-person Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect." The old man curled his lips and smiled slightly.

In reality, the old man was still deliberately being mysterious; he did not want to just come out and say it directly.

Hearing this, Nan Qingyue frowned deeply. She snorted coldly, then raised her head, her bright eyes staring fixedly at the old man.

"That's it?" Nan Qingyue said, feeling helpless. "I only know that you are a friend of Baiyi Luo of the Divine Sword Sect, but how am I supposed to know who you really are? You aren't joking, are you?"

Nan Qingyue looked up, shot the old man a glance, and rolled her eyes, leaving him feeling quite helpless.

If he had the chance, he certainly wouldn't be like this.

Hearing this, the old man felt quite awkward. He took a deep breath, first making an effort to calm himself down.

Then, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"You little girl are quite sharp," the old man chuckled. "Before I reveal my identity, you must answer one question for me."

"Ask away." Nan Qingyue was not one to dawdle; she darkened her face and snorted coldly.

In truth, since Nan Qingyue had already said so much, she no longer had any reservations. Besides, the person before her had a connection to the Divine Sword Sect.

Perhaps this old man even had some history with the Divine Sword Sect.

If that were the case, it would be even better; for Nan Qingyue, this would be fantastic news.

"Why have you come to Dongxiang Thirteenth Long Street?" The old man turned back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

In truth, the old man really wanted to know the answer. Nan Qingyue was a Divine Sword Sect Disciple, yet she had traveled thousands of miles to come to this Yizhou City in the Northern Territory.

If it weren't for some urgent matter, she would never have come here.

A flash of intuition crossed the old man's mind, and he immediately had a bad premonition.

Could it be that something happened to the Divine Sword Sect?

And Nan Qingyue came to Dongxiang Thirteenth Long Street just to find Tingfeng Hall?

Therefore, the old man had to figure out what was going on right now!

"Fine, I'll just say it directly. My master was murdered and is currently in a coma. I came here to find Tingfeng Hall because I want to know some things." As Nan Qingyue said this, she darkened her face, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

And it was at this moment that Nan Qingyue, with a dark expression, thought of her master, Li Changfeng.

So much time had passed, yet Nan Qingyue still did not know how Li Changfeng was doing.

"Then who is your master?" the old man asked anxiously.

"Divine Sword Sect Disciple of Baiyi Luo, Divine Sword Sect Leader Li Changfeng." A cold glint flashed in Nan Qingyue's eyes as she spoke Li Changfeng's name.

Actually, Nan Qingyue had deliberately mentioned Baiyi Luo's name. If what the old man said earlier was true, then he still had some connection to the Divine Sword Sect.

If Li Changfeng was Baiyi Luo's Disciple, it would bring them even closer to the old man.

If that were the case, it would be a good thing for Li Changfeng.

"Li Changfeng?" The old man frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

Back then, after Baiyi Luo was murdered, rumors had it that she had already died, but no one had ever heard of her having any Disciples.

Yet this young girl before him claimed that her master, Li Changfeng, was a Disciple of Baiyi Luo.

Then there were only two possibilities.

One, this matter was true; two, Nan Qingyue was saying this to build a connection.

However, no matter how he thought about it, this was not something that could be believed.

"That's right, my master is named Li Changfeng." Nan Qingyue held her head high, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

Seeing Nan Qingyue's appearance, she didn't seem to be lying. Now, this made the old man even more puzzled; this matter was too strange—it shouldn't be!

"This is strange. I have never heard that Baiyi Luo of the Divine Sword Sect had a Disciple named Li Changfeng." The old man frowned deeply and took a deep breath.

The old man lowered his head, deep in thought, wondering what could be going on.

Now, the old man was even more curious. He didn't know what was going on, and as a result, he felt quite helpless.

"There are many things you don't know; the world is so vast!" Nan Qingyue made a face at the old man. "Hurry up and tell me, who exactly are you? You still haven't told me. Who are you?"

Nan Qingyue raised her head, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue stared fixedly at the old man. She wanted to know his identity; after all, knowing too little was always a bad sign.

Facing this question, the old man fell silent once again.

Then, the old man darkened his face, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Actually, I didn't lie to you. I really am a friend of Baiyi Luo of the Divine Sword Sect. You probably haven't heard of my name." The old man smiled slightly.

"You are a very interesting person. How can you say that others must not have heard of your name before you've even said what it is?" Nan Qingyue was a bit displeased, but she didn't say it explicitly.

Just now, the old man had been concealing things, and she didn't know why. This was truly curious.

Nan Qingyue was even more curious about the old man's identity; she wanted to know who he was.

"Twenty years ago, the person who cultivated the Dao with Baiyi Luo, Mu Changan, was me." Mu Changan stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.

Then, Mu Changan stepped forward and stood in front of Nan Qingyue.

Nan Qingyue was even more curious. She felt like she had heard the name Mu Changan somewhere before.

But she couldn't recall it for the moment!

Nan Qingyue kept her head down, tracing back through her memories, trying to find that specific recollection.

"Mu Changan? But I've never heard of this person." Nan Qingyue frowned deeply. She was even more curious, as she still couldn't figure it out.

Just what kind of person was this Mu Changan?

After a long while, Nan Qingyue raised her head, a cold glint flashing in her eyes as she stared fixedly at Mu Changan.

"Your surname is Mu? Could you be from some Family?" A flash of intuition crossed Nan Qingyue's mind, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

In the world today, besides the Mulan Manor, what other Family could have someone with the surname Mu?

A cold glint flashed in Nan Qingyue's eyes as she stared fixedly at Mu Changan.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue had a very serious expression; she clenched her fists tightly and kept a dark face.

And it was exactly at this moment.

Mu Changan felt quite helpless; after all, there were some things he didn't want to bring up, but he had no choice.

Because of this, Mu Changan would have to recall the events of the past.

"Just because my surname is Mu, I must be from the Mulan Manor? My hands are stained with the blood of Mulan Manor disciples; I could never be a person of the Mulan Manor in this lifetime." Mu Changan smiled slightly.

Regarding this matter, Mu Changan had nothing to hide.

Originally, Mu Changan was a person of Tingfeng Hall, and Tingfeng Hall and the Mulan Manor had always been mortal enemies.

Anyone could potentially become a Mulan Manor disciple, but it was absolutely impossible for someone from Tingfeng Hall.

Nan Qingyue was very clear about this point.

After hearing this, Nan Qingyue nodded slightly and let out a long sigh, feeling quite helpless.

"Fine, I'll believe you. I hope you aren't lying to me; otherwise, I won't be polite." Nan Qingyue darkened her face, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

But Mu Changan did not take this to heart; he wore a calm expression.

Then, Mu Changan turned back, a cold glint flashing in his bright eyes as he stared fixedly at Nan Qingyue.

"What? Do you still think your strength is enough to kill me? Aren't you being a bit too naive?" Mu Changan curled his lips, showing a scornful smile.

In fact, Mu Changan had already made his plans, and as far as he was concerned, all of this would pass and eventually fade into carefree tranquility.

"Yes, my strength still isn't enough to kill you. However, even if I die, I can still bite a piece of flesh off you. At worst, we'll both be injured. As I am now, I fear nothing." A cold glint flashed in Nan Qingyue's eyes.

In truth, from the moment Nan Qingyue stepped into Dongxiang Thirteenth Long Street, she had already made her plans.

If she couldn't save Li Changfeng, then Nan Qingyue wouldn't be like this.

Even if she were to die here, Nan Qingyue would try every possible means to save Li Changfeng! She would absolutely not let anything happen to Li Changfeng.

And this was Nan Qingyue's ultimate goal.

"Very well, you little girl really have spirit. Not bad, you are indeed very similar to Baiyi Luo. If you hadn't said it, I would have really thought you were Baiyi Luo's Disciple." Mu Changan smiled slightly.

At this moment, many memories flashed through Mu Changan's mind. Back then, when Baiyi Luo was still around, it was also at this time that she came to Dongxiang Thirteenth Long Street.