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The middle-aged man let out a faint smile and said very calmly, "He has great potential, a king cannot kill him!"

"You really value him greatly..."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, "Hmm, he is hope, the only hope, and the king is also a good whetstone. He must bring out all his potential, or the king must force his potential to emerge."

"Aren’t you afraid he might die?"

"As long as I live, he won’t die!" the middle-aged man said confidently, "Lin Yuhai can’t kill me!"

"I can sense it; you are very strong, very frightening," the old man said gently, "But you should know, Lin Yuhai is not easy to provoke, and he has never appeared all this time. He is probably in seclusion, and his strength might be even greater. You..."

"Staying in a temple chanting Buddhist scriptures doesn’t necessarily lead to enlightenment, and going down the mountain to save the world doesn’t prevent it either?"

The old man fell silent, understanding the middle-aged man’s point. This man hadn’t taken Lin Yuhai’s seclusion to heart, perceiving his path as a form of cultivation.

But indeed, that’s how it is. Each person’s cultivation is different.

Just like the teachings of Buddhism and Christianity: people are inherently sinful, coming into this world to redeem themselves!

"Maybe I’m old and don’t understand your concept," the old man sighed lightly, "But anyway, thank you. Without you, the king would definitely have taken the item in my young lady’s possession..."

The person who scared the king moments ago was not someone protecting Qin Rumeng, but this middle-aged man holding a jade flute.

It was he who intimidated the king, and he who damaged the mountain to deter the king.

If Ye Xunhuan could see this middle-aged man at this moment, he would most likely recognize him, because the jade flute in his hand was identical to the one wielded by the mysterious man who helped him in Moscow back in the day.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said indifferently, "No matter, Rumeng is quite nice. I quite like this girl. Moreover, that item is probably something Lin Yuhai sent the king to take!"

"If he wants to take it, I refuse to give it, and I deliberately oppose him. If he’s capable, let him come out himself."

"It’s my fault; I lack fortitude. The tasks the master entrusted to me, I..."

"It’s not your fault. You’ve already done well. If they have any awareness in the afterlife, they would be immensely grateful to you!"

Upon hearing these words, the old man’s thoughts seemed to fly back decades, a complex expression slowly appeared on his face.

A woman beautifies herself for her lover; a man lays down his life for his confidant!

He was willing to sacrifice his life, to give up everything, to protect Qin Rumeng.

"Don’t worry about the Qin family; with me around, I’ll protect them," the middle-aged man spoke again, "If the king dares to touch anyone from the Qin family, I’ll kill ten of his people!"

"But Qin Rumeng still needs you to take good care of her on your own, after all, I can’t stay here forever."

"I know, your presence in front of me is already an enormous trust in me. I will definitely protect my young lady!" the old man said solemnly, "I won’t let anyone harm her!"

"It’s just Ye Xunhuan..."

"His fate is resilient; he won’t die," the middle-aged man interrupted, already understanding what the old man wanted to say, "You don’t have to worry about him. Just take care of Rumeng."

"When will you appear again..."

"I don’t know," the middle-aged man gently shook his head, "Maybe soon, or maybe it’ll take a while!"

The old man let out a slight sigh, full of helplessness, "I understand; you’ve had tough times over the years!"

"No matter what, it’s a kind of training. As long as the heart is calm, even in the ice and snow, you can feel a trace of warmth," the middle-aged man said softly, "Blessings and disasters have their dependencies. If not for so many things, how could I have the strength I possess now!"

"Indeed, you never know whether losing a horse is truly a blessing," the old man agreed earnestly.

Meanwhile, the battle between Ye Xunhuan and the king was reaching a fever pitch.

"Clang!"

The sword and knife collided again, creating a dull roar, and the terrifying energy from the sword and knife swept around, obliterating everything around them, stripping the bark from fallen trees, leaving behind bare trunks on the ground.

Immediately after, the sword and saber separated, and with a backhanded swing, the king forced Ye Xunhuan to retreat rapidly.

Although Ye Xunhuan retreated swiftly, the sharp blade still left a narrow, bloody gash on his body, and a handkerchief fell to the ground.

The handkerchief, stained with blood, fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this handkerchief, the king’s face changed, his pupils dilated instantly, filled with incredulity.

And at this moment, it was as if Ye Xunhuan found an opportunity, springing forward rapidly from where he stood, thrusting his sharp sword toward the king’s chest.

The king snapped back to reality, urgently blocking with his long knife!

"Clang!"

The king dodged Ye Xunhuan’s lethal strike, but Ye Xunhuan’s right leg followed through with a sweeping kick.

"Bam!"

The kick landed heavily on the king, and with terrifying force, he was sent flying and slammed onto the ground heavily.

This sudden turn of events made the old man and the middle-aged man, who had been watching the duel between Ye Xunhuan and the king, frown.

What happened?

Why did the king lose concentration?

After crashing to the ground, the king immediately executed a kip-up, quickly swinging his blade to ward off the advancing Ye Xunhuan.

"Ye Xunhuan, how did you get that handkerchief?" the king asked immediately as he swung his long knife.

"Swish!"

Ye Xunhuan’s figure flickered, instantly dodging aside, without attacking the king again, but turned to glance at the handkerchief on the ground!

This handkerchief was given to Ye Xunhuan by Yun Long, who said that maybe the king would let him go out of respect for the handkerchief.

But at the time, Ye Xunhuan hadn’t thought much of it. After all, it’s just a handkerchief, and it seemed to be a woman’s. Would the king really spare him because of this?

But judging by the king’s reaction, could there really be some unknown secret in this handkerchief?

Otherwise, why did the king lose his composure upon seeing the handkerchief, and why does he seem so concerned about its origin now?

"Someone gave it to me!" Ye Xunhuan said softly, without concealing anything.

"Who gave it to you?" the king asked again.