Chapter 1568: Chapter 84: From Now On, I Negotiate With You

"Brother Mu, that’s the Star Hunter’s main tent, what do you intend to do!"

Lance and the others turned pale, but their loud shouts did not make Mu Fan turn back.

"Brother Mu..." Enock, who had just supported his father through the village gate, suddenly turned around.

The image of a person calmly stepping forward amidst the tension and spears clearly came into view.

The posture of that figure calmly moving forward, surprisingly carried...

An aura like that of a king.

He was not tall, nor strong, there was no fierce roar, nor an inspiring shout.

Yet, the more it was like this, the more the momentum hidden beneath the calm...

Was striking!

"Retreat!"

Roar!

"Retreat!"

Roar!

Each sharp command was followed by a deep, resonating roar.

The Red Stone Clan’s crossbow guard team simultaneously nocked their arrows, aiming at that white-haired figure.

The Udan Spearmen simultaneously leveled their spears, adopting an offensive posture.

Meanwhile, the Black Water Clan Guard Team, as the intermediary protectors, thirty warriors also held their vine sticks horizontally before them.

During the negotiation, anyone approaching the main tent is considered an enemy!

One step, two steps...

Mu Fan seemed to not hear the other’s warning.

The crossbow strings began to wind to their maximum.

The Udan Spearmen simultaneously stepped forward, pulling back their arms.

In the next second, these warriors would strike without hesitation.

But in that same second, Mu Fan gently stopped, his eyes calmly looking at the entrance of the main tent covered with a long beast-skin carpet.

The tent door was gently lifted...

The laughter that had just been heard abruptly stopped.

The elderly man in a red robe gently raised his wrinkled eyelids, meeting Mu Fan’s gaze directly.

Edgeworth frowned.

Mu Fan’s lips slightly curved into an arc.

But that smile carried a coldness that Edgeworth found extremely distasteful.

"Something wrong?"

After his gaze lightly swept around, Edgeworth hoarsely spoke, without any intention of stopping his subordinates’ actions.

"You all finished negotiating?"

The soft voice echoed.

Not only did it clearly float into Edgeworth’s ears, but it also gently drifted into the main tent.

All those preparing to leave frowned simultaneously.

Whose voice was this?

The young girl, who was elegantly accompanying Isaiah and heading out, halted abruptly, with a moment of confusion flashing in her large eyes.

Then her body shuddered heavily...

Suddenly looking up!

"Teacher Wang, what’s wrong?"

"Miss Nuonuo..."

Alva also keenly noticed the girl’s anomaly.

However, he saw that the delicate but always strong-willed girl, who had been admired by everyone, now had never-seen-before haziness welling up in her eyes!

She abandoned all her strength, elegance, and nobility in an instant.

She stared straight at the outside of the tent,

because the wind had lifted the tent door.

She saw that upright figure outside the tent, beneath the entirely white messy hair, was... that face she dreamt of day and night!

I once thought I would never see you again in this life.

I have recalled our encounters countless times.

But I have not given up on myself because you told me...

In this world, nothing is impossible.

In the days without you, I learned to be strong.

Learned to endure loneliness.

Even learned to face death directly.

But I never could learn...

Not to miss you.

Her bright face foolishly gazed towards the outside of the tent.

"Is Nuonuo dreaming? Are you... not angry with Nuonuo anymore?"

The trembling murmur choked in the throat.

At that moment, unknowingly, the girl was already in tears.

At that moment, inside and outside the tent, two young hearts were beating at the same frequency.

...

Edgeworth frowned as he watched the young man in front of him smile and smile at him... until tears so brilliantly flowed.

The chill in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

He initially thought this was some enemy.

Now it seems not quite right in the head.

"So what if it’s finished, and what if it’s not." Edgeworth finally lifted the tent door entirely, speaking coldly: "If there’s nothing, get lost."

Mu Fan’s grin grew wider, the focus that had just dispersed finally converged again in front of him, landing on Edgeworth’s old face.

Slightly, the soft voice slowly came from that brilliantly smiling face:

"Then next... it’s our turn to talk."

His right foot gently raised, lightly tapping the ground.

In the instant the heel landed, the ground within a two-meter diameter around the point instantly caved in.

A wave of visible air instantly erupted.

The figure blurred in an instant.

All the mission warriors’ back hairs stood up in an instant.

"Watch out!!"

The accompanying Black Water Clan elder Kemmler suddenly roared in anger, his figure turning ghostly, his arm leaving a trailing shadow, flinging towards the front of Edgeworth like lightning.

A shadow condensed instantaneously before the red-robed elder, and in that instant met the black hand.

——Boom!

The visible air distortion exploded all around.

In a flash, the people inside the tent had no idea what was happening.

They only heard a calm voice just resonating, then the tent flap lifted by Edgeworth shattered!

A shadow violently rolled back.

Thud!

The shadow slammed into the side, where it had just sat on the beast-bone chair, countless bones scattering in a frenzy.

"Ugh!" A muffled grunt.

"Pfft!" A spray of blood mist gushed out fiercely.

The shadow split into two figures the moment it landed.

Kemmler, the Black Water Clan’s top warrior, maintained a single hand extended posture, half-kneeling on the ground, face aghast as if facing a powerful enemy.

Meanwhile, wearing a red robe, Edgeworth crashed heavily to the ground, his mouth full of blood, making his already wrinkled elderly face appear even more gory and frightening.

He looked at the tent’s ceiling in shock and anger, his face distorted to madness, a furious roar escaping, his right hand slamming the ground heavily.

The whole person bounced from the ground, landing with a thud.

At this moment, Edgeworth’s grace as a mission elder was gone, blood beads hung from his beard, glaring viciously ahead and roaring, "You’re seeking death!!"

The red robe exploded backward from his chest, with a clear footprint deeply embedded in his not-so-robust chest, and his back unnaturally protruding.

Yet even so, the elderly Edgeworth, rather than being grievously wounded and near death, exhibited an astounding physique that did not match his appearance.

The two of them looked viciously at the same spot in front!

At the location of the explosively opened tent entrance, a white-haired young man suddenly appeared. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He was now gently lowering his left foot.

That brilliantly smiling, yet silently crying young face lifted gently, and a calm voice echoed within the main tent:

"From now on, I will talk to you."

...

From stepping to flying across.

In total, it took no more than a second.

A moment of stagnation appeared within the main tent.

When the calm voice echoed, regardless of inside or outside the tent, whether Red Stone, White Armor, or Black Water...

Everyone was utterly shocked.

The crossbowmen forgot to lower their crossbows.

The spearmen forgot to throw their spears.

The busy people of the White Armor Tribe were petrified in place as if turned to stone.

Isaiah and Alva watched the two elders from the mission lying on the ground in disbelief, as wretched as dogs.

The next second, all eyes were firmly fixed on that tall white-haired figure.

Under the stars, what exactly happened here?