The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 77: Eight Years.

"Please! Just because I'm being nice to you doesn't mean you can." The young man's anger peaked, he growled furiously and was almost about to stand up to approach Yang Jian's table.

Yang Jian was still sitting quietly, actually Yang Jian was still confused thinking about the conversation he had heard earlier, if indeed the person who tortured Wang they believed was a teenager. How could they establish themselves as suspects? Wasn't it for Yang Jian's body size that he should already deserve to be called an adult man?

It was a little disturbing to Yang Jian's mind. He had no idea how long he had spent in the Forbidden Forest.

"I'm a little sorry for the strength of the Mu family, how could it take them eight years to find a little fugitive like you? Oh, that's a pity."

'What? Eight years?' shock Yang Jian inwardly. His body stiffened and shook his head slowly to make sure he was not dreaming. And it was also impossible if he misheard, it was clear that the young man had said eight years. Remembering the woman heard Yang Jian need not be doubted even for a long distance.

Originally Yang Jian speculated that it would only take him three to five years in the Forbidden Forest, but it was unexpected that all was beyond Yang Jian's estimation. If it was true that Yang Jian had spent that long, it meant that many things he had already missed.

How is the world of Cultivators developing today? Jade Stone Sect, Master Chang An and his classmates. How are they doing now? Thinking about it made Yang Jian feel a little bad.

Yang Jian sighed harshly, he felt that he was wasting too much time in vain. But if you think about it again, nothing is in vain. All he did was for his survival, and through all that he could remember the identity of a Yang Jian.

"Why are you silent? Oh I know, are you thinking about the end of your life that's a matter of days?" The young man smiled sinisterly, and resuscitated Yang Jian's daydream.

Verily the young man was still doubtful about the truth the man at the corner table of the room was a fugitive of the Mu family. He deliberately exuded a bit of his energy to check Yang Jian's practice, yet there was no sign that Yang Jian was a cultivator. Only her appearance seemed mysterious.

The young man deliberately lured Yang Jian to reveal himself to corroborate his conjecture.

"I feel that the word is more worthy to be addressed to you." Reply Yang Jian after returning to calm his mind.

"I still have other interests, I hope you'll work together not to get in my way." Yang Jian got up from his seat, with a definite step, himself passed by the young man approaching the waiter to pay his meal bill.

There was nothing blocking Yang Jian, not because of his words. But the aura Yang Jian released for a few seconds made their backs tremble and stiffen. A feeling of worry enveloped their hearts. As if unconcerned, Yang Jian stepped his feet towards the room he had booked earlier.

In the room were already Yang Jian, Jiji and Yiyi who were sitting in a circle at a table reserved exclusively for guests. They seem to be struggling with their own minds.

Sighing deeply, Yang Jian opened his iron mask. 'Is this mask really a protective talisman? Instead of protecting, I felt that this mask was blocking my thinking ability.' Yang Jian muttered inwardly.

Evidently, it had been more than half an hour of sitting while at war with his own ideas and thoughts, but Yang Jian had yet to get his bright spot. Or rather, it could be said that Yang Jian did not even know what he was thinking.

"To be honest yes, I'm not used to it and a little bit... Um less comfortable. I don't want to use it anymore." Afterwards, Yang Jian kept the mask in his dimension. As a thank you because Yiyi personally be the one who gave the mask.

Yiyi did not protest, rather she was not excited to ask Yang Jian to keep using it. He thought more about what he was thinking right now.

"Then, what's the next step Big Brother will take?" Jiji's question broke the silence. Men with a fifteen year age range. White-skinned yet not as white as Yang Jian, had a black eye bead, as black as a dark night and an extremely cold aura.

"What brother intends to visit the Yang Clan? And avenge Her Majesty Queen Yang Shui?" Timpal Yiyi looked at Yang Jian who was still speechless in his chair.

The question of Yiyi made Yang Jian's countenance slightly change, clearly on his face now emanated a deep sense of anger, disappointment, sadness and helplessness. His eyes showed how he wanted to see Emperor Quon as soon as possible and demanded justice for his life and his mother.

Jiji and Yiyi had indeed known about Yang Jian's past, Yang Jian felt that if they had to deal with it sooner or later. In any case Yang Jian's steps in the future would include them.

But no, that's not what's important now. Dragon was Yang Jian's first plan ahead of him. Yang Jian did not want anything bad to befall the dragon if Yang Jian was late just a little.

"For that matter, I'll think about it further. I'm afraid that ignoring the condition of the dragon even longer makes his condition worse."

"But what should we do to help him brother? We don't even know what hit the dragon." Yiyi replied lethargicly. They clearly knew, that the condition of the dragon was not as simple as it seemed. They also did not have any acquaintances who could be asked for help to check the condition of the dragon.

"I've heard that Stone Town has a pretty famous library." Yang Jian explained that the library provided various books of medicine, poison, low-level books to high levels, and books that contained a lot of important information for the world of cultivators. Yang Jian felt that there was no harm if they tried to find information in the library.

"Tomorrow early in the morning, we will visit the library." Dismissed Yang Jian, and was nodded by the two of them.

"Did you really think that Her Majesty Queen Yang Shui really died in the fire that night?" Jiji asked then let out his thoughts.

Yang Jian was speechless, in his memory he did not see at all that his mother had died. 'What does that mean if your mother is still alive? So where is your mother now?'

"Possibly, someone saved my mother that night."

Yang Jian's words made Jiji and Yiyi even more convinced that there was still a possibility if Yang Shui's Mother was somewhere they didn't know about.