When two foes meet, they either argue or cause a commotion, neither willing to back down. Everyone else is happy to watch the drama unfold while enjoying their drinks. Amidst laughter and chatter, the fat man takes a hard gulp of wine, making Feng Luo's expression change instantly as he looks at Zhang Xiaobo speechless for a moment...

"Young people should be more energetic. Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"

It was Xiu Yi's prompt, making Feng Luo snap out of it and exclaim in surprise, "Uncle Zhang Xiaobo, you're alive?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think your Fat Uncle is someone who would die easily?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Luo felt perplexed, hesitating to speak...

"But..."

"Feng Luo, if it's not something you should say, don't say it randomly. Zhang Xiaobo was only temporarily unconscious."

Sky Shadow answered sternly, thinking that this kid was honest but shouldn't be saying such things in front of family members.

"I understand."

Feng Luo wasn't foolish. He quickly connected it to his father's power, looking at Feng Yi with more gratitude in his eyes and a lot of joy. He felt like this matter had always weighed on his heart, making him feel guilty towards everyone.

But now, everything was in the past. Feng Luo raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, which were moist from excitement, and said, "Dad, I toast to you."

Feng Yi smiled, seeming to understand his thoughts, and gently picked up the wine glass to drink it all at once. "Feng Luo, I didn't expect to meet you in this way. If you hadn't come, things might not have gone as smoothly as they did today. Although the battle was full of obstacles, we all made it through thanks to your efforts—we don't need to dwell on mistakes made during the process. Everyone makes mistakes; it's about learning and correcting them."

"Yes!"

Feng Luo expressed his understanding, giving a spirited salute. Although he knew his dad was comforting him, it sounded very reasonable.

"That's the spirit, Feng Luo. Remember, no matter what happens in the future, your Fat Uncle will always support you. Come, have a drink!"

Zhang Xiaobo, fearing that Feng Luo would take the matter too seriously, patted his chest. Moreover, as the son of his brother Feng Yi, how could an uncle be bothered by such issues?

Seeing Zhang Xiaobo laugh, Feng Luo also laughed... along with brother Xiu Yi, often stern Uncle Sky Shadow, and even his father whom he had never met before. Feng Luo felt a myriad of emotions...

Sometimes, people laugh so much that they start to cry. This world is truly wonderful, giving him an indescribable fondness. Of course, the most important thing is every person in this parallel world, those vibrant faces, the feeling that touches the heart, sparking endless yearning within.

But Feng Luo is aware that reunions are ultimately fleeting, and a more important mission awaits him in the future.

Seeing Feng Luo's emotionally mixed expression, everyone knows his past and everything about him.

No one interrupts until Feng Luo regathers his thoughts, and then Blade Warrior asks, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Return to my world and continue fighting."

Sky Shadow lets out a cold snort, "Foolish boy, with your current strength, going back is futile and equivalent to sending yourself to die."

Feng Luo feels a chill, falling into lonely desolation. He knows that his power is far from sufficient to combat the bizarre, but apart from fighting, he has no other choice.

Sky Shadow is not the most straightforward person; seeing this, the silent Kexiao suddenly smiles and says to Feng Luo, "You need to strengthen your practice."

"Yep, it's Uncle Kexiao, no, auntie..." Feng Luo is momentarily confused about whether to call him uncle or auntie.

"You don't have to worry about that, but I suggest staying for a while. I believe that compared to Feng Luo, Sky Shadow would be your best teacher."

"Uncle Sky Shadow..."

Feng Luo casts a seeking glance at Sky Shadow.

Upon hearing this, Sky Shadow smiles mysteriously but does not directly respond. Instead, he advises Feng Luo that cultivating is not merely rigorous but extremely, extremely harsh. If sufficiently prepared, well, he wouldn't mind.

Although Sky Shadow says such things, his actions show that he actually cares. He turns his body and focuses, waiting intently for Feng Luo's answer.

"Wonderful!" Feng Luo excitedly clenches his fists, "If it's Uncle Sky Shadow, things will surely work out. When does the practice start?"

"Hmph, why the rush? Haven't I finished speaking yet." Sky Shadow says, "It's not just you who needs practice; those two also do."

Following Sky Shadow's finger, Feng Luo surprisingly discovers Little Feng Luo and Feng Wu...

Six eyes looking at each other, they fall into an indescribable weird state.

In the coming days, Sky Shadow not only will teach Feng Luo but also teach the other Little Feng Luo...

Little Feng Luo is equally shocked as the adult Feng Luo. He points at Feng Luo, "You are Feng Luo..."

"Haha, of course…" Adult Feng Luo shows a helpless, awkward smile.

Little Feng Luo points at his own nose, "But I am also Feng Luo."

Adult Feng Luo remains helpless, "I know that."

Little Feng Luo asks, "But why are there two Feng Luos in the world?"

Adult Feng Luo helplessly says, "You'll naturally understand when you grow up."

"Strange, Little Wu actually has two Feng Luo brothers... could there also be two Little Wus in the world?"

"Of course."

"Alright Little Luo, Little Wu, don't disturb your brother now. Go have dinner over there."

Compared to Feng Yi, Sky Shadow's command seems more authoritative. Thanks to his intervention, Little Luo, Little Wu, Eggy, along with another girl whose name he couldn't remember, recalled another significant task and sneaked back to the room to happily play Little Overlord.

Adults have their topics. Feng Yi is very concerned about the bizarre in Feng Luo's time and space. Upon inquiry, he learns that the bizarre force in that time and space hasn't grown to such a degree.

Or it can also be understood indirectly that evolution is destined in some way. The bizarre power in this time and space is amazing, responding to the balance of development, and it's essentially dependent on the world's average level.

In this High Martial Arts era, the world line's development might exhibit some deviation, like the 1999 confidentiality agreement, the 2300 end of the world battle, the 2700 Drifting Epoch. The poles of parallel time-space may not necessarily overlap.

However, precisely because of dreams, everyone can overcome all hardships due to determination, merely requiring the process. In this cycle, no one is exempt. Even if one surpasses power, one must still advance diligently, step by step.

Joyful times always seem fleeting. There is no feast that doesn't disperse eventually. As everyone raises their glass for the last time, drinks it down, they will scatter from here, leaving for the next reunion.

When the sun begins to set over the horizon, watching the flying crafts take off one after another, partners leave successively, Feng Yi commanding the gesture, his figure suddenly vanishes—the Third Rhythm.

(Partners, work is busy now, and it's impossible to assure normal updates until New Year or early next year. I can only write a chapter whenever I'm free, so I'm reporting in, salute! And then slipped away, hehe)

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