Chapter 1041: Chapter 250: Yan Beihan’s Date [Ten Thousand Words. Happy Birthday to Big Cousin the Alliance Hierarch!]

Fang Che carefully checked his body again.

Yet no conclusions were drawn.

Seeing the time had come, he went to meet Yan Beihan with a belly full of doubts.

Looking to see if Yan Beihan’s cultivation had advanced?

Fang Che left home, immediately turned twice, changed his appearance thrice, then entered one of the previously bought houses, changed his appearance again, and went out through the back window.

It was a forest.

Entering the woods, he immediately transformed his body and appearance, then retreated along the original path, making it appear as if the person entering and the person exiting passed each other.

At this moment, he already wore Yemo’s guise.

A face bearing the bluish marks of a shaved beard.

Wearing a small hat, restraining some of the fierceness in his eyes, he appeared as an ordinary Jianghu person, swaggering towards the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.

Along the way, many people passed by, but no one recognized that this seemingly harmless person was actually Yemo, who had shaken the world in recent years.

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Second floor of the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.

This was an elegant room, also the largest room on the second floor.

A red silk scarf fluttered by the door.

Due to Yan Beihan’s arrival, the room was filled with flowers.

The fragrance was rich and sweet.

Only a path and a large empty space in the middle were left, but this large space was covered with a pristine white carpet, spotless.

A table and two chairs stood on the carpet.

Two Purple Crystal Bottles refracted magnificent light, quietly placed on the table. These million-valued Purple Crystals were merely bottles, containing wine.

Two meters around the table, all was vibrant and competing in beauty.

By the window, Yan Beihan stood in a snow-white large cloak, concealing her perfect figure, standing by the window with her hands behind her, slightly lifting her face.

Her face calm, her hair gently fluttering.

Seemingly feeling the wind of Baiyun State.

Watching the clouds of Baiyun State.

She was originally not such a lavish and ostentatious person, especially when traveling, even more so on the Guardians’ territory, where flamboyance was even more inappropriate.

But this time, she appeared to be incredibly willful in staging such a scene.

"I want you to know, I didn’t recognize you. Also, I want you to understand, whether we can bridge this chasm between us in the future will depend on how far you can walk."

Yan Beihan’s beautiful eyes watched the clouds roil and roll beyond the sky, but her gaze did not actually see even a bit, her mind was always lost in thought.

Even though her mind was elsewhere, the aura of dignity and unattainability was still overwhelmingly present.

Every person who glimpsed her silhouette from the doorway just from a back view alone sincerely felt their own insignificance, following was naturally feeling unworthy of oneself.

In the shadows.

Aunt Hong watched Yan Beihan’s elegance and momentum standing in the wind, unable to restrain the admiration in her eyes, feeling utterly inferior.

The kind of natural aura that involuntarily projects itself as someone of high station, effortlessly commanding the situation, possessing that nine-day high coldness, cloud aloofness quality, truly not something an ordinary family can cultivate.

Such a beautiful person is truly worthy of eight words: unprecedented and unrepeatable, spanning the ages.

At this moment, Aunt Hong genuinely believed Yan Beihan’s words to be incredibly right: In this mortal world, what man is worthy of me?

At this moment, Aunt Hong also felt this way.

Pinnacle experts like Duan Xiyang, Xue Fuxiao, Rui Qianshan, and Dongfang Sansan could match in terms of achievement and demeanor, but what are these if not old relics?

Speaking of the younger generation, there really isn’t anyone who can match such an outstanding and unparalleled beauty!

Yan Beihan’s gaze focused on the void.

This time, although it was for Divine Attribute Metal, there was also a bit of a girl’s pettiness, really wanting to meet once.

Another purpose was to desperately find the flaws in Yemo.

Ideally, wanting those she would find unpleasant!

To drive this figure out of her mind.

Naturally, there was also a faint hope: to discover more virtues in Yemo, proving her own insight was truly not wrong, these mixed thoughts woven together, Yan Beihan strived to remain calm.

Time gradually passed.

Noon finally arrived.

The sun rose to the zenith, releasing ten thousand rays of light, boundless heat waves.

The north wind arose.

Yan Beihan’s snow-white large cloak, billowing with the wind.

Aunt Hong suddenly felt something, turned her head to look.

She saw a mighty figure already revealing itself at the entrance of the stairs.

A robust build, not exceedingly tall.

Yet as he came forward, he seemed like a grand mountain slowly moving along.

Wearing an ordinary dark blue robe, a sword hung at his waist.

His eyes serene, without any imposing aura.

Just like an ordinary Jianghu person.

Clearly, he had reached the point where he could perfectly conceal his momentum.

Only after he ascended the stairs, revealing himself, did that overwhelming momentum like mountains and seas manifest, striding forward largely, seemingly dismissing all the heroes under heaven.

No matter who stands in the way, he could determine the outcome with one sword!

Seeing this person, two words instinctively popped into Aunt Hong’s mind.

Yemo!

No reason was necessary; intuition was sufficient: besides Yemo, who of the younger generation possessed such momentum?

Before this, Aunt Hong never quite understood why Yan Beihan valued Yemo so much; to her, he was merely a shrimp of a subordinate sect, even if he won the championship of Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, so what?

Your lowly birth, how can it erase the foundation accrued by millennia of effort by super families?