Entering the core of the Suohaiwu Pavilion, the area below was filled with mountains upon mountains, all disciples, male and female, forming an elite gathering.
If the Shenhuang Holy Land Sect was grand and prosperous, then Suohaiwu Pavilion was boundless, the cream of the crop.
"Look, it's the Pavilion Master, the Pavilion Master is back, and the Pavilion Master's wife. Who are the two people next to them?"
Whispers: "I heard the Pavilion Master has an illegitimate son outside. Could it be him? And who is that woman?"
"A mistress, right, right, it must be."
Ming Ya's face was cold as he looked down at them all. Here, he showed no warmth towards Ming Zhitian, only endless indifference and unquestionable, stern authority.
The male and female disciples prostrated themselves, "We respectfully welcome the Pavilion Master's return! ... ... We respectfully welcome! The Pavilion Master's return! ... ..."
Ming Ya began to introduce the structure and geographical layout of the Suohaiwu Pavilion's core: "The Pill Refining Tower is in front, the Library is next to it, the Training Grounds are to the side, and there's also the Myriad Sword Mausoleum, the Monster Tower, the Bell Sound Pavilion, the Fruit Orchard, the Marrow Bone Pool, the Storeroom..."
He introduced a large number of places, and the information was overwhelming. Ming Zhitian could only absorb it slowly. Chen Buqi was gratified that Ming Ya could be so unusually patient in explaining to Ming Zhitian, indicating that Ming Zhitian held some importance in his heart.
They arrived at the Fangyang Tower, a place Ming Ya and Chen Buqi often used for rest.
Ming Ya commanded, "Fan Wuqi."
Immediately, a man with a simple face, dressed in plain clothes, flew over and bowed respectfully, "Your servant is here, greeting the Pavilion Master, the Pavilion Master's wife."
Ming Ya said, "Go and fetch me the Tianhe Longjing I've treasured."
Fan Wuqi's pupils widened. He glanced at the unfamiliar Ming Zhitian and Bai Liuli, then smiled slightly and replied, "As you command!"
"Sit, no need to be formal," Ming Ya said, his sternness receding as he spoke gently.
Ming Zhitian nodded, and the four of them sat down. Fan Wuqi brought the Tianhe Longjing, brewed the tea, and waited nearby.
Ming Ya waved his hand, "You may withdraw for now."
Fan Wuqi bowed respectfully, "Yes, Pavilion Master."
Ming Ya, knowing Ming Zhitian was full of questions, said, "Have some tea first."
Tianhe Longjing was picked from the edges of the Tianhe River. It took a hundred years for a single plant to grow, making it a rare treasure. Even in a place like Suohaiwu Pavilion, Ming Ya only possessed a small jar.
Ming Zhitian sniffed the tea aroma and took a sip. The Tianhe Longjing was slightly bitter but turned sweet after the bitterness, like the clear rain after a scorching sun – truly, sweet after hardship.
Ming Zhitian went straight to the point, "I want to ask, what evidence do you have to prove a blood relation between me and you?"
Ming Ya said, "Don't be anxious. Let me tell you a story first."
"Billions of years ago, the ancestors of the Yaoer tribe settled in the Xiangu Realm. In the beginning, the blood of the Yaoer tribe was a petrified type. Periodically, their blood would petrify on its own. Later, with the development of the times, it gradually evolved into the diamond blood we have today."
"Through wars, killings, the vicissitudes of time, birth, aging, sickness, and death, their numbers continuously decreased. After countless years of accumulated experience, it has been passed down."
Ming Zhitian said, "So, you are the Yaoer tribe?"
Chen Buqi nodded, "Indeed. We are the glorious Yaoer tribe, of the noblest bloodline. You will feel honored and radiant to be one of us."
Ming Ya said, "Back then, your mother and I were pursued by Li Shangzhenhai of the Donghai Boli Pavilion, who possessed Huangchi blood. You were only two and a half years old then. In the chaos, we lost you. But Buqi disregarded his own life and went back to find you, but he couldn't find you."
"This is my dereliction of duty as a father. I am very sorry, but I sent all my people to search for you for three hundred years, and there has been no news until now. Today, heaven has eyes, and I have finally found you. I, Ming Ya, have gained another valiant son! Hahaha!"
Ming Zhitian said, "So, how can you prove that I am the one you are looking for?"